The way back home.

Going home has never been so relaxed. Going home for the purpose of being with folks has never happened in ages. I have almost forgotten, how it felt like- when the monsoon usher in life to my home and our little garden, the simple hearted nearby villagers who still call you by your oldest pet name, the serenity of the roads that lead to temples and just being at spaces which still carries memories of childhood. home is where i wish to come back to. Longing to see, the space which has subtle impressions of my life. . .