Four walls, one roof and longing
Is this what home looks like?
The longing wasn't just in her eyes, it was everywhere around
As the days passed
gazing at the verandah
the waiting felt longer than forever
the benches which once carried the weight of them
now carried the weight of their memories
longing for their touch
the oil lamp
by the tulsi plant
was still lit like always,
but now the flame couldn't keep its calm anymore
it quivered and swayed
longing for their shadows to fall upon and guard it.
The longing wasn't just in her eyes,
It was everywhere around
Is this what home looks like?
Feeling heavy,
she closed her eyes
taking in the yearn of everything that met her sight
but this time when she opened them,
a tear escaped
and the wrinkles around her eyes appeared deeper
as she smiled at the blurry images standing in front of her, telling those three words that she longed to hear for too long--- "Maa! I'm home"
And just then
the longing didn't just disappear from her eyes but from everywhere around
and then I knew,
Four walls, one roof and togetherness,
Yes, this is what home looks like.-NP
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