Dear Home: A Letter to the Place That Still Lives in My Heart

DEAR HOME

I miss you my home…. I have been missing you since years.

Do you even miss me…

Do you even remember me

Maybe No,, I don’t look the same na….

You also don’t feel same either..

You know long back I stepped out of the main door, I was happy because everybody told me that I am going to my home. It didn’t mean that you were never mine, but as I was growing up, everybody started telling me that I just live in you, my home is the one where I will be going soon.

I made my home somewhere far away from you, but you know I thought I belong to every corner of you. But the day I came back to meet you, you didn’t seem same. I tried to find you there, I tried to find myself in you. But you didn’t feel same. Your smell was different. You welcomed me like a guest. I missed you.

Then slowly slowly….. I found my home. I created the one and believed that this is exactly where I belong. I tried to feel you in each house I was moving, I kept adding things, kept decorating them and they somehow smelled like you. But one day, that too stopped feeling like home.

I cried, I looked for you a lot, but I couldn’t fight for the structures made of bricks and fancy decorations. You were missing in those. Everything felt like some stranger is staring at me and it was scary.

Now I have all grown up, but the little girl in me still craves for you. I still try to remember each corner, I try to remember when Papa used to sit on the terrace on a chair , reding his news paper and I am massaging his head. I try to look for Baba, in courtyard, who would ask me to feed those birds who were our everyday guests and weren’t afraid of both of us. I try to find the voice of my Mummy scolding me to sit down for studies.

I have grown up, you are a history. Nobody lives there anymore…. Neither you, nor that little girl. But still…

Dear home, I miss you.

But can I ask you something?

Please bless me so that someday I find my home again. A place where I am building something beautiful, just like you once were. A place filled with the same love, warmth, smell, and laughter that lived inside you.

A place where I have someone who feels like you.

Send me a little of that love from there, as a blessing, as a gift.

From,
Your Little Girl.