It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind that I would spend out on the terrace with my family. November’s chill has begun getting to the bones and thoughts of the strong rays of sunshine that nature bestows on New Delhi bring back memories.
It’s a nostalgic moment that I am spending in my room in South Carolina – the blinds are shut and the heat is on. There is no sign of nature’s warmth in the chilly mornings and late afternoons, neither the sounds of birds chirping excitedly as they return to their nests. Our hearts long for the childhood spent in the tranquil and safe boundaries of home. Returning to the haven where there is nothing to worry about and smiles come without effort has become a dream. Years will go by and adulthood would have crept in when I live that life again. The sunshine would be the same, and so would the laughter and familiar voices, but this heart would have changed – burdened with the responsibilities that come when you are no longer a child. It would be time to take my role as an individual instead of spending hours laying my head on my mom’s lap and enjoying the carefree and serene life that childhood has to offer…
