Home is where the Heart is

By Wednesday, November 11, 2015 ,

Last Diwali, I wasn't at home, I was working. And I couldn't believe it was happening to me. I moved out of my home town 5 years ago and I have missed a lot of important events since then, but not Diwali. It was my thing. May be because it reminded me of my grandparents, or may be because I got new  clothes and extra cash stash.

This Diwali when I am finally home, I really couldn't care less about it. I was working all day and the only reason I stopped was because my mother was giving me those murderous eyes. But that's when I realized how much has changed for me. Last year, I was working at a place that I completely hated and now, I am doing something I absolutely love and I think I am slowly turning into a workaholic.

I took a small vacation last week and went to Goa. Technically, it was supposed to be a working vacation but everywhere I went the Wi-Fi completely gave up on me. And so, it turned into a full on 'laying on the beach and not giving a sh*t' vacation. I have to say, it was better than I thought.

But when I was finally travelling back home and I took out my laptop to write a new article in the train, I realized how much I missed writing. The sound of the keyboard sounded enchanting.

The problem is -  I don't know where my home is any more. I feel like I am on this constant journey with some stops in between but there is no place in this world that feels like home. Sure there are people who make me feel like home but I wish I had a place to call my home.

To be honest, I prefer the cozy white linens of a hotel room over my actual room any day, mostly because I don't have to clean a hotel room. I was thinking hard about it last night and that is when it hit me..

May be, we aren't supposed to get attached to a place made of brick, walls and some false ceilings. May be, we are supposed to find people who can make us feel like home, no matter where we are. 

 Happy Diwali everyone. Focus on more sweets and less crackers. May the wanderlust in you never die.




 PS - I am still doing 52 Books in 52 Weeks Challenge and I have read a lot of interesting books. I will do a combined post in a few days

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  2. Thanks for your beautiful words Priyanka.
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  3. Agree. At a certain point of time, after HSC (for small towners) till marriage (even after marriage sometimes) home becomes more of a feeling than an actual place. Glad you are enjoying the path you chose. Happy writing!

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  4. Hope you had a great Diwali, Ritika.

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  5. We all feel it but we do not recognize our feelings until we come across such an article.well written

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  6. We all feel it but we do not recognize our feelings until we come across such an article.well written

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