Running after material pleasures like, building a great career (a building process that has got no end) and amassing wealth (that is seldom amassed; thanks to the cost of living of big cities!).
In this rat race, one day, we will perish, with romantic dreams half-lived, peace of mind never attained and happiness that is ever elusive like the “great Indian butterfly”.
When I was in Guwahati, as a teacher, earning in four figures, eating mom-made food, meeting my best freinds often and spending weekends with mummy and younger sis, with no malls to hang around, was so much fun.
The rains, the green mangoes fallen on the ground after a thunderstorm, the hailstones that made the muddy ground turn snow-white, were all so beautiful.
Festivals spent with family gave so much joy.
Here, I haven’t seen such a rain for so long. I haven’t seen a single mango tree laden with green mango blossoms. The sky is seldom blue in colour. I have’t spent long evenings with my best freinds for years!
Sittting in the comfort of this posh aprtment, I only wonder that life has taken away so much from me, giving me almost nothing in return.
I am in a conflict of questioning thoughts. I wonder, is it my over-expectation from life or I do not know the real meaning of life.
I have no answer.
I can just say that I miss those days. I miss my home, the place where my heart lies.