Faded yet fragnant

 

There is a strange feeling of content

Doing the same things…

Children playing in the same parks

The shopkeepers who have known you since birth

The lanes that still lingers with the fragrance of a life lived

The air that whispers the memories of times gone by, lived and still living

There is a strange feeling of security

Like a warm embrace from granny

Excerpts of truth

 

There was no place like home. Or, so she had been told. But the question that plagued her is – what is home?

 

She remembered the red stairs, the mangoes, the warm hugs, the feeling that it gave that everything will be alright.

 

So, why wasn’t it?

 

What would make everything ok?

 

Questions that plagued her were the truth that she couldn’t escape.