The day I left my home.
When asked to write about something special , I felt there would be nothing better than this because each day I thrive to go back to that heaven of mine. But sigh, life has to move on as they say .
Imagine someone asking you to leave your home, your city, your country rite now? What would you feel let alone do ?
15th january 2015 , I still remember that day vividly. The only 24 hours in my place of birth. I was not sad in leaving my parents because I knew that they were to join me soon. But the very thought of departing shattered me. My school where I learned to study and studied to learn, my very own small 1 roomed apartment where I took my first footsteps and grew ultimately, all these passed through my mind just like a running movie. I had no other option and I knew this was a fact which I had to accept. I hovered around the room, went down to my building with a camera to capture whatever I could.
And finally that moment arrived. Bags packed, eyes full of tears but all the other things around me was just the same as in the morning. If only I could scream out to them!!! That they would never be seeing me , or rather I would never be seeing them. On the way to the airport as I passed each of those skyscrapers, I couldn’t help but cry. Shivering through the long maze to the gate I seemed lost. I didn’t want to go clearly. I just wanted to stop time and let it be. By the time I came out of my reverie I was in the flight. I did not remember hugging my parents. Neither did I remember bidding bye.
As the engine roared to life and the flight slowly started soaring into heights I made a promise to myself. To be back there sooner or later and trust me I will.
And there, I was glad. I finally had an aim to pursue in my otherwise clueless life.