Home - is where it all began.

There is no place like home.

I love traveling. I love exploring new places and culture. I love trekking and mountains. But what I love most about my life is the place where I can return to. Home keeps me in the state of wandering without letting me get lost. When I find my way back to the warm wrap of my family, I feel a sense of completion, some order to all the madness I live in.

When am away from home, enjoying all the travels, experiencing nature and people, my brain and heart is overwhelmed with everything it tries to absorb. Although I don't stress much and I always relax when am away from home; the form of relaxation at home is completely different. I just unwind completely and it lets me compose myself in a different way.

There is a different kind of peace that takes over. The way my parents pamper and feed me with all the delicacies, how my 2 year old nephew brings in that innocent perspective to life, the way my sister protects and cares for me, how my brother in law shares interest in what I have been doing, my neighbours and relatives who are excited to meet me after so long, the farm around my home, the trees and peacocks, everything comes together as a soothing embrace - one that detoxes me and brings me back to where it all began.

What I am today, the long journey that I have covered to be where I am today by going with the flow of life - coming home helps me put my life to a perspective, a true measure of who I am.

When my mom caresses my hair and my sister looks at me with all that love and affection - I know that no matter where and how far I have gone in life, nothing has really changed between us. And that makes me feel that my life so far is accomplished in right sense.

Well, I am home now and I am at bliss.

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किस्मत का खेल?

वक़्त से पूछा मैंने, "इतनी जल्दी में कहाँ निकले?" वक़्त पलट कर बोला "ज़िन्दगी ने इशारा किया है, बस उसी से कदम मिलाने भागे जा रहा हूँ |" तो मैंने सोचा, चलो ज़िन्दगी से ही पूछ लेते है, कि आखिर किस बात की इतनी जल्दी मची है | ज़िन्दगी चलते हुए बोली "भई, मुझे ना कोई जल्दी| सब किस्मत का खेल है, उसी के कहने पे तो इशारा किया है मैंने" जब किस्मत से जाकर पुछा कि आखिर माज़रा क्या है, वो आराम से मुस्कुराते हुए बोली, "कहाँ जल्दी करी मैंने, वक़्त तो खूब सारा था तुम्हारे पास | बस ज़िन्दगी ने कभी एहसास नहीं होने दिया तुम्हे , कि वक़्त निकलता जा रहा है हाथ से तुम्हारे । इसलिए जब भी तुमने पलकें उठाके देखा, वक़्त और ज़िन्दगी को भागते हुए पाया | और तुम शिकायत करते रहे दुनिया से कि ये सब मेरा ही दोष है! चलो, एक इलज़ाम और सही | आखिर सब मेरा ही तो खेल है, क्यूँ ? है ना?" ये केहकर वो लेहराते हुए चल दी | - सरिता

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