Tag: Hope

It’s been almost 20 days since I have been away from my new home in U.S…the one I don’t love as much as I do this one, where everything is lying scattered now, not just my dreams and memories but even books, clothes, curtains and sundry other articles I had collected with panache…

I am in the process of salvaging my old treasures, which I had buried in this home, thinking I’ll live here forever till my last journey into the oblivion but could never imagine life could turn tables on me like this!

Once again relationships have won. Love for material possessions and homes we build by putting our heart and soul into decorating them according to our taste crumble in front of relationships.

Once again I chose love, love for my grandchildren proved to be more powerful than all my possessions…once again I have taken a bold decision, once again I am broken inside as am leaving this home too, so dear to my heart.

I left my first home when I got married and I have written about those overwhelming emotions. With time I reconciled with the hurricanes of life and found happiness in putting together strings to build my own nest, this home, which I nurtured with love.

Why don’t we give a thought to the realities that all nests get frittered away with the tide of time? Mine was no exception though I gave all I had to it.

The vibrations of my home have been reminding me of those blissful days I have spent here. What fills me with delight is that I can only recall the happy times. Probably my home was always filled with positive vibes. I let them float around; I wish I could close my fists to hold them but I let them go and they carried me along into alien lands.

It is time to move on. It is time to do away with superfluous possessions. It is not easy…I have been talking to myself for days, trying to convince the emotional aspect of my mind Ah! Mind (my dear friend Hariod made me understand the enigma of thoughts)  …

All things are transitory…stagnant waters don’t allure…flowing water is fresh and exciting…flow! flow… I tell myself, life is like that…detachments and attachments are old pals, they love to meet, embrace and soar with the wind.

My family portrait stares at me…wont you carry me along? Too big, I say.

The books and trophies won by my girls remind me how much I love them…’too many,’ I say and put them in a trunk in the hope that my grandchildren would find them one day and share the pride of their grandma.

20 more days left for sorting out and leaving, hoping to return to feel and touch those few priceless things I am leaving behind, locked within the confines of four walls…for home is where love is and right now my most loved possessions are my grandchildren. I am happy my husband agrees and shares this sentiment.

Hope is the key…hope is the only solace, it keeps us thriving.

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Balroop Singh.