Towards Home

Towards Home

"Seems like the world is changing, or am I running away so fast?" 

Responsibilities, emotions, trauma, love and thunder of life was stomping Vinay every day. The baggage he carried had stones, books, memories and many more without an end. 

The constant rattling of the city and its everlasting chaotic energy used to flow along the wind. Standing up, to move was the same struggle as mountain climbing.

Vinay was used to of all this, his work was equivalent to a cheque and the joy was as dead as his eyes.

The constant load made his beautiful eyes fell into deep pits and caused his heart to die.

Among all of this, Vinay's metro stop would seem like a 3 hour movie with no intervals and a bad climax. 

His eyes missed home and the tears would dare not to roll down from the eyes.

He wanted to go home, to the place where he left his youth, where he was kissed with love, where his parents lived and to the place where he promised everyone, that he'll do it all. Vows killed him and his will to return home. He would go to work, walk-in silence and repeat it all.

But today was different. His heart wanted to fly.

Vinay went up and changed his mind, he ran through everyone and chose to climb the wall. 

This time he booked a different ticket, the train was not dull at all. It smelled like hope and the wind felt lighter than usual. His hair and eyes lit up with happiness, he chose freedom instead of repeated crawl.

City lights draped in linen pink dreams, he knew where he was. Destination smelled like home, he smiled and went along.

He saw someone holding pink roses, memories came in like a flood and the flashes of lost one made him laud.

He was gutted but happy to be home, the faces seemed familiar, they all welcomed him with a smile. 

These days happiness is rare it surprised him for a while. 

The rush within him stood still. He was silent with joy after all.

Maa called him from a distance, his eyes continuously cried with a smile. 

Vinay asked 

"What's for dinner maa?" 

She grabbed him and cried in his arms.

The soldier returned home from the war, but the guy with promises did not. 

Life sucks but it's not fair play to all. 

City lights draped in linen pink dreams, should I wake up at all?