My head seems heavier than usual. Eyes burn and throat croaks. I gasp
for breathe in an air tight bus. Then forcefully drag my legs from bus stop to
home & I wish someone greets me with a warm smile & pleasantries. But the
empty home invites me with dark silence where everything seems scattered,
waiting for immediate clean up. Dishes piled up in sink & dirty kitchen table
welcomes me with a pathetic smile. I throw handbag, lunch box, shoes in place
& fall flat on the sofa trying to catch some breathe. Wonder if miracles
really happen and I get a cup of piping hot coffee before I ask… my wonder
bubble bursts to realize that I’m no more in Bengaloru & I have to move my
ass to get things done myself… the vacation hangover haunts more than a
nightmare… I’m sick… homesick… away from a paradise called HOME… someone please
help me… at least with a cup of coffee…
Ashwini.
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