Its that time of the year again. The time when the old year says goodbye and the new year knocks on your front door saying, “hey! I am finally here!”. And then, when the knowledge that another year has passed by hits you, you start realising all those things that you decided to do but could not. And so, everything becomes a total chaos. And for those of you who do have everything under control even at this time of the year, good job!
But its almost magical how the year goes by so fast. And somehow i feel, happy and sad and funny and histerical all together. Maybe that is what life is all about. Magic. I mean, if you think intently, birds flying, breeze blowing, rain falling, flowers blooming and something happening to everything around us is also magical.
The world is large, huge. And yet, its funny how every now and then we meet people who turn out to be someone or the other to us. See. Thats what i am talking about. Its all magic.
Maybe 1,2,3….or even 20 years later, when i am not home, these things and small moments will tie me to my roots. Those winter mornings on the terrace where i sat enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin as a teen, or those pleasant summer days on the roof of my home, which was my very first playground. Not to forget that mango tree behind my house which was a totally different arena of fun during summer breaks and maa used to get all prepped with a hook and bucket for mango plucking sessions. Only challenge was to not let the neighbours know about our activity. Then there were those nights of loadshedding which brought all 8-10 of us out of our house and we sat under the big tree infront of our home and talked about various little things that our busy schedules never allowed us to talk about. Those sudden mad moments when everyone dressed up and off we went to parade through the streets of park street during christmas, adorned with fluffy shawls and big colourful glasses and glittery caps. Now that is exactly what i call home. Cause years later, when the world will change evenmore than it already has, and people will move on with their lives, these little things like that yummy traditional ‘payesh’ on birthday and having tea together on sunday mornings will be the big and unbreakable chains of bonds that will bind us, me, to what i call my HOME!
-Aatreyee Sarkar (16)
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