Rejuvenate

 I believe that home is where my people are....but right this moment....

When I am in the 2bhk where I have spent my childhood....Every lifeless thing......is speaking volumes!

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The dining where we had flavourful family meals....reminds me of the heartfelt laughters.........

The big mirror of my small room...reflects the little girl dressing up for her best days and adjusting the only accessory I wore then....my specs :)

The little cupboards that made my study...... I stored my clothes in.....look like I came out of some toy world.....yet I arranged them every now and then ! 

The living room....sofas .....still have that velvet cloth on which I made designs with my finger......

The long balcony.....still is like a mini garden....with beautiful birds singing for me!.....I used to keep standing there....to get a glimpse of them.....

Papa's rotating office chair was my artistic corner! That is the place I discovered I can draw;)

And above all these ...

Above all these material things.....

I remember this living thing I loved more than my younger brother ♡ I and Manisha didi brought him home without our parents permission...and papa said since he is here....let him stay and Harry was home :) 

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I don't know what happiness is. But I know I am thankful to have this moment when I cherish things around! When I tell the younger me....that Life is worth living! Leaving the nest! Coming back ! And living more and more ! 

And living doesn't mean....finding joy! Living means experiencing all that comes your way.....laughter...tears.....pain .....or struggle! After all everyone has a different story to write with a very different way of holding the pen and writing !