Home

He imagined himself as a twelve-year-old boy for whom the world was divided into black and white only. Over the years he realised the grey part of the world when he stayed in that home. The home which was just a small part of the earth. They took care of that brick-walled house and nurtured it with feelings and love. A few months later that house turned into a home. 

He read numerous books there. He saw many movies. He knew the meaning of friendship. He passed his high school. He graduated. He got a job. He got married. The home remained the same. 

He could feel the warmth on every corner still after fifteen years. He still remembers the old neighbourhood, the days before street lights, the days before interior roads in surroundings. He can still feel the coldness of all those dark days when the future seemed impossible. 

He remembers the day when they entered the home and there was a clay pot decorated with the leaves of Asoka tree, coconut and what not. He still remembers his first shaving, old bicycle, starry nights of Summer at the terrace, the warmth of his favourite corner while reading novels in Winter, rainy evenings and snacks at the balcony, cloudy atmosphere while listening to the radio, all unfulfilled desires and so many sweet-sour moments. The sun will shine every day and he'll never forget all these memories.