Snippets from Home

 Sunday, 19th December 2021

As the year also goes down the barrel, here is to what we call home. At times, it is just an utopian memory, etched forever, recallable at the harshest times of life as something that will keep you safe, and be yours, only yours. Something that cannot be lost or stolen, and something that won't love anymore more than you. 

Here is also to the littlest emotion that you remember however stupid, green, rage-filled or however silly, grateful and rose-cheeked the remembrances are. 

Staying in one place, doesn't seem either a choice or an option at times. When you travel too much, you lose your right to belong to anywhere. And in that, you look at the home who had at many places, across time, as a lovelorn individual, vanishing and yet existing, day by day, night by night, transforming like the ship of Theseus. 

~Snippets from Home,

Rashmi :):