Oh!! It’s Me, the urban lady, now realizing the apt meaning
and life of it. Far away, waiting to return back to my home with my family and loved ones.
It’s when they ask me when will I come, I find myself so trapped in what we
call urban life of a lady with a zest to create her own identity.
It is with time I have moved out I realize what’s awaiting
me and what treasure I have been missing throughout. Me studying far away with
an eagerness of when to return back to them, I find myself that the distance
which we think measured in km, would be much apt if it would be taken as
moments spent on thinking about them rather than being with them.
It’s suddenly while I woke up today, I felt, wish I could be
at home, seeing the faces of my parents and then rushing to be with my loved ones to spend the time with, I simply missed the glow they get while seeing me.
Although I have been to my home thrice after I came here but its today only
when I felt so much aloof and lost in my flow of being an identity on my own. I
know its not only Me but everyone who has moved out by some time realize how
much does their closed ones mean to them, although while staying back they
would have been pissed of. I wish I get duly rewarded for my compromise of
being outstanding which at first I saw as miracle to be away. I wish soon I
open my eyes and be at home and rushing to back after long day out.
