Home is closer than I thought

Homecoming is more sacred a feeling than any other. Its more moving, more picturesque, more "right" and more effective compared to anything you'd do in life.
The anticipation of the train station arriving and looking out the window to see your mom and dad waiting for you, smiling away to glory...
The hurried steps you take to get out of the train and jump to give them a hug...
The little fight with your brother to hold the heavy luggage...
The recollecting of the funny stories of the journey...
The feeling you get when you open the door of your room and you see all your stuff still placed just where you left it...
The smell of your home...the removing of shoes and socks to feel the tiles( i do this...i dont know about you. it relieves me)
The "Jaldi jaao...naha lo...fir khana kha lena...bhindi banayi hai..."...

The younger ones opening your bag to see if you brought something for them...
The joy of giving it if you actually did remember to buy it...
The messaging your girlfriend "I reached. luv u."...
And the list goes on...
on and on
till the time you have to eventually go back. No matter where you're going...its just not good enough to be called heaven. Because mom's not there...If mom came to Jharkhand, it wouldn't be as bad...really. apart from the food and the people, what else do I hate about jharkhand anyway?
Homecoming for me is 3 weeks and a couple of days and away...Still far, but I can already feel it. I can already picture the high-5s in the train on "We're goin' home baby!"...I can already see dad's cry for the newspaper...bhabhi's smile when she comes back from the clinic...the tired irritating voice of my brother when he returns at 11pm...and ofcourse mom's everything.








Mom's are always special huh? They are they are! In everything, they're there. You wanna go and buy her the whole world everytime you withdraw from the bank...

Why is Damien Rice playing when I am writing? Or is it the other way?