Home Sweet Home

 Hello Everyone!

I am back with my new blog. The topic of this trip is quite different from the last trip. As you people have read it already it's about going home. I am sure, all of you hostellers out there or those who have stayed at hostels and are reading this blog will definitely relate to it.

So, I study in Jaipur(Rajasthan) and am native to Solapur a town in Maharashtra, it takes me about 12 hours in total to reach home. Once I was on my way home. I was waiting to board the flight, listening to the announcements very watchfully. Suddenly, a thought struck my mind, all this was so easy when my father(Pa as I call him) used to travel with me. Just listen to him, follow his instructions and wollah! you have arrived at your destination.

As kids, we all wanted to grow up fast, explore the world and do god knows what not (Don't disagree with this statement I know all those who are reading this have had the same thought). As a kid I always wanted to stay alone, travel, take my own responsibilities, and the list goes on. Now when it is time to stay alone, do all the things by myself, make my own bed, do shopping for all the necessities on my own, eat mess food, think about my monthly expenses, take care not to go over budget oh my god so many things to take care of!! I sometimes feel being at home everything was so easy. Ma and Pa took care of everything. Thinking of all this then makes me homesick 😂😂. 

I have come all the way from "Mumma why did you make this sabji today? You know I don't like it!" to "Mumma I can eat anything homemade. Make the sabji you want to." It is funny how we don't understand the value of what we have until it is gone away from us. With all these thoughts flooding my mind all through my journey, I finally reached home it was around 4:00 in the morning. I put all my thoughts to rest and went to sleep peacefully because I knew even if I get up late I won't miss my breakfast.

We all have this place called our home and these people called are family whom we tend to underestimate. We don't know their value until they are with us. But as we grow up we understand their value and the real meaning of "Home Sweet Home" after tasting all the bitterness the outside world has.