I Hate You ..... 2014

" The Incompleteness "

 The anticipation and excitement is always on peaks a week before for every one going home. Huh !!!! the countdown begins and everyday and every hour is counted when u near to go home. Its the thrill to meet ur mum and dad and just waiting to leave your breath and fight with your bro and sis. This literally get you goosebumps. The happiness is on the highs, flight tickets are double checked & train ticket status is constantly checked, things to keep and to take home are bought and are packed first,the foodies to be prepared when u r back home are discussed and finalized with ur mum.

The moments you land in the station or at the airport at your home town, pumps your heartbeat at double the speed, there is truly the flood of adrenalin rush and you run and hug your mum and dad who are at the other end having the same feeling but doubled. The feeling of joy and pleasure is truly unmatchable to anything in the world. The sense of peace is so so over whelming and fulfilling in all ways. All stories starts popping out in excitement about your college, friends, faculty, fights, crushes and blah-blah on the way to home. Hot dal, sambhar and rice is made for you and waiting for you at the dinner table and after a hell of time the whole family sits on the floor and eat the food with a smile on every-bodies face, The same night never ends, the chat about everything and everyone is on the cards and the display of new gadgets and jewelry and sari's and accessories starts in between various yawns and good night wishes. Wake up call in the morning is ready with a mug of coffee and smell of freshly beaten coconut for the chutney to served with dosa's. The taste of food made by mum cannot be explained in words. All the things to be bought which are to be carried back are listed and den the fun in buying those starts with long bike rides, KFC visits, McD ice creams and burgers and street site pani-puri. Evening walks to temple and blackmails of nt been provided the breakfast till you bath is an everyday chores. Oil massages and pizzas in the evening is a compulsory agenda everyday.  Fights & complains & scoldings & cries and den confrontations is the real masti. Intense discussions in the afternoon lying your head in the mum's lap about gf's & marriage & carrier makes u go bizarre and speechless. Selfies are taken and family pics are gathered to be posted in fb and watsapp. The visit to the home is exemplary and highly memorable.

But, there is a bit of change this time. The sole of everything is lost, the essence of life gone missing. The excitement to go home has taken place with the scarcity to face the void and emptiness. Your best friend, the person you truly-truly love left you in middle of your journey. The one with whom you share happiness, sadness, success, failure and literally everything is now not there with you in near or in far. The incompleteness is now a part of me and my home. Each and every moment is now a fragment, a broken pot with none to mold it back. I hate you 2014 for taking my best friend and my life away from me forever. 

I miss you maa.

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