Home, Sweet Home

புத்தாண்டு  நல்வழுத்துக்கள்!

     For many Tamils, today is when the spiritual calendar begins. We   my family   twelve years ago, had begun a different journey this very day, had moved into this house. We had, consciously (our parents) and unconsciously (we, then-tots) taken up the onus of converting the confines of this brickwork-cement construction into home. Home.
     How comforting is that word? For once, the adage that the true value of things and people is known to only those who don't have them, would prove false. That is because there is no one in the world without a home. House-less, perhaps, but not homeless. For home is where the heart is. For some Rajput Rana/Rani, home is in the infinity of their palace. For a couch-surfer, the couch is home. For a beggar, the street, perhaps. Home is that place where you can rest when fatigued, cry when you need to break down, laugh your heart out for no reason, and lie on your back, thinking if the ceiling is the same you see each time.

  
     And so, we set out on a mission to keep home home. And while I know we're going to be successful, I realise my cousin is beginning a new life today, too   flying to the West, making a new nest, starting from scratch. And as we survived pretty well, we are sure, that she will win too.