I didn't found her, the gate was locked and the bell was ringing and ringing and ringing , no response from other side , i called her and the same was with the phone with every call i made and got no response my anger and my anxiety kept on building, finally after waiting for 20 minutes i recalled that she might had gone to her friends home and surely then she will be back by 5pm .
so with 2 hours to go , i just couldn't stand in the front of my gate staring it , so i decided a walk around my colony , with my bread basket empty i started roaming around , started having a walk across the various parks watching the old men and women sitting in groups and enjoying the sunlight and having fun , but i decided to walk more rather than giving my legs a rest.
as i kept walking i saw a man sitting on the sidewalk , i kept walking and starring at him and after a while i was into the deep lane of my imaginations..it was just past 30 min and i was feeling so devastated and frustrated and what about those who don't even have 4 walls to cover them , what about those who have concrete as their bed , i felt devastated and filled with guilt, with no money in my pocket and no place to sit it felt like this world is a known stranger to me , and i realized that sometimes we never value what we have until we are detached from it.
and my conclusion is ...
The comfort of a home cannot be compared to any place even if its just a room .
Am i right ?
actually home is the place where heart resides !
ReplyDeletecomfort factor ? hell yes !!
must need one .. comfortableness differ for people with respective to their actual belongings :P
DK
Rachit sharmaJan 13, 2012 08:59 AM
Deletewell totally in agreement with u but the comfortableness is actually more a function of association and being significant in a place and ya the belongings take a place too :)