Long time ago, I had no ‘home’. My journey on the streets seemed never to end. I am not an orphan. I have parents, siblings but I set out to seek something. I myself did not know then, what I actually was looking for. People marked me as “desperate rebel”.
Throughout the journey I was in touch only with my best friend. Though I had loads of love for my family, I wanted to seek satisfaction by exploring alone with the feeling of being self-independent. I met many people on the way and visited many places and realized that I am more attached to lifeless things than living things and I am more passionate about lives that cannot speak yet are supposed to be heard. Anyway, I think I am getting too philosophical now.
For a young girl it is very difficult to exist in a world like this. I don’t mean we are weak but sometimes the world gets little heavy on us and so I needed a shelter. Then one day, outside the town near a shallow lake and green bushes I found a stony house. A shaky feeling crossed my body and I could not make my mind whether I should rely on this house or not. Then taking the consequences as fate I stepped in and I fell in love with the house. It was not as big as my own house but in the wilderness it seemed to be embracing me. Unpacking my bags I rested on a mat on the floor. The house had nothing but only a few empty shelves and just another room. Surprisingly it wasn’t dirty unlike other empty houses in such areas.
I wrote to my best friend and invited her to visit me soon. The house made me very happy. It was nothing special nor was it some palace from the Arabian Nights yet I felt I have got the point of pilgrimage which I was looking for all throughout my life. The other room provided me the gifted view of the lake with the silver moon above. While another room protected me from the freezing cold winds. Before leaving my home I had decided that once I get what I wanted I would be back soon but now that the house has made a deep mark I am failing to give up my feelings. Its broken windows, damp walls all seemed to be scented with love.
Then one day from the window I spotted a known face proceeding. It was my best friend. We cried a lto for we missed each other a lot. I thought of my parents for a while as we cried. After spending the day with each other she requested me to leave the house. She sensed danger to y life if I stayed longer as the house was too weak and might collapse someday soon with the slip of a brick. I couldn’t explain her that I was even ready to collapse with it. But her repeated requests made me think that I should be ‘wise’. ‘Wise’ enough to leave the home alone in the wilderness. I was foolish enough not to think that a house does not need company!!
My bags were packed and I was about to cry…just then I got a few words of sympathy from my friend:
“ I t is just a house dear
Made of bricks and stones!
It’s not a human being
made of flesh blood and bones.
When the cold dry wind blowed in,
It never folded it’s arms to hug!!
You had to shut its windows..
And fold yourself under the rug.
It’s walls do have ears,
Certainly it has heard your words of love.
But what is the need of ears
When it doesnot have a heart to beat atall!!”
I could not believe that my house wouldnot miss me!! Today my house still stands with it’s head high and not a brick has slipped yet. Now I know that my love has held it strong. It’s my love that has bound it. The power of love can support the weakest now I know.But I have collapsed. My love for parents and love from parents ustained me all these days. But my love for a heartless stony structure has destroyed my body of flesh and blood.
My journey for eternal happiness has now taken me to the eternal moment of life.I can now see my childhood again…my parents, siblings, friends and ….moments I don’t want to see or re-happen in my next life,if any!!
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