A beautiful Dream...
I had this beautiful dream of having a ‘home’ near the beach side… actually the dream had come true say just for a couple of years i.e. 18 years of my life I lived this dream. Though my ‘home’ was small but it fulfilled all my wishes, thought me many things that a person staying in a ‘town’ like Mumbai wouldn’t know! If you are thinking that I lived in a village for 18 years, may be you are mistaken. This home of mine was very much in the heart of Mumbai. I just enjoyed life the way any Mumbaiit would have…but a little more than him!
I had open sky to breathe, trees to play around with… neighbors with whom we fought and argued but by the end of it came back together… It was a place where no one kept their doors closed even at night… I saw rains coming and that aroma of soil… I still have it alive with me. Those lush green trees that swung along the monsoons winds make your monsoon even more beautiful and green. The paper boats that we made for rains to come and sail it away. The guavas, ‘jamboon’, ‘bimlee’s’ and the amla that we stole from our neighbors trees without letting them know about it! It’s all alive within me…I had a cross across my home that I would always looked up to and prayed and lit candles on during hard and good times. Today you won’t find any of these things alive to touch and feel, yet if you sneaked into my dreams you will find it there Alive.
Though there were many different families staying there, we were all a big family a very big one, everyone with a different kind of living style. We had a very small world of our own – a small village.
I had a ‘home’ which was mine, made by us and not brought in exchange for money. I saw it grow with me. It had something really special about it. Anyone who came to see it fell in love with it. I too had fallen in love with my home. Had never thought, even in my dreams, that one fine day I will have to sell my love – my ‘home’ to someone who would shatter it all mercilessly without knowing what was put in to bring up my ‘home’. Today I am caged in this four walled matchbox which we claim to be our home, but I am really sorry to say that I have been orphaned and put into a dungeon for the rest of my life. I will not rebel but silently burn my self to ashes just like the candle does by melting itself…
I had open sky to breathe, trees to play around with… neighbors with whom we fought and argued but by the end of it came back together… It was a place where no one kept their doors closed even at night… I saw rains coming and that aroma of soil… I still have it alive with me. Those lush green trees that swung along the monsoons winds make your monsoon even more beautiful and green. The paper boats that we made for rains to come and sail it away. The guavas, ‘jamboon’, ‘bimlee’s’ and the amla that we stole from our neighbors trees without letting them know about it! It’s all alive within me…I had a cross across my home that I would always looked up to and prayed and lit candles on during hard and good times. Today you won’t find any of these things alive to touch and feel, yet if you sneaked into my dreams you will find it there Alive.
Though there were many different families staying there, we were all a big family a very big one, everyone with a different kind of living style. We had a very small world of our own – a small village.
I had a ‘home’ which was mine, made by us and not brought in exchange for money. I saw it grow with me. It had something really special about it. Anyone who came to see it fell in love with it. I too had fallen in love with my home. Had never thought, even in my dreams, that one fine day I will have to sell my love – my ‘home’ to someone who would shatter it all mercilessly without knowing what was put in to bring up my ‘home’. Today I am caged in this four walled matchbox which we claim to be our home, but I am really sorry to say that I have been orphaned and put into a dungeon for the rest of my life. I will not rebel but silently burn my self to ashes just like the candle does by melting itself…
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loved the middle part and kinda agree to ur last lines..last lines were very well written btw...
i know how u feel..cant say exactly as its 18 for u everyday whereas its 2 for me that too on and off..plus if i miss it so much in such a short time...i can kinda guess ur gravity of loss!!
thank god memories and dreams stay!!
I agree wholeheartedly. Lives are planted and grown over years in the meadow of your home and when all that ends, all you reap are memories- Something that can remind you what beauty of a life existed there and that someday there's still hope to see a lively green meadow in the same place.
Hope.. hmm a beautiful word isn't it?