Home

Home is where Maa and Baba are- the only 2 people in this world who love u more than u love yourself. I have always been the black sheep of the family( am not being humble). As a child I was naughty and that is a understatement in itself.
During my growing years i did show some spark of brilliance as a student, debater, quizzer, monitor of the class etc but all those achievements were eclipsed by my umpteen misdeeds and pranks.As a sibling I have always been a rebel. My elder brother(God Bless him) certainly deserved a better behaved sister. Add to this all the illnesses i managed to gather-jaundice, typhoid , chicken pox-the list is endless. All those actions that I used to take from granted- the presence of my parents close to my sick bed, baba buying me things on my mere asking for them, maa cooking for us, bearing our tantrums....Man!!! when i think about it-i just wonder-what stuff are parents made of??? How does God make them-that they have such tremendous capacity to shower love, be so loving and caring, and so patient and so forgiving-the list is endless....I always argue my with my Maa on various issues-we always have conflicting views on almost everything and yet she is always there to worry about me , to listen to my endless complains about work and other issues in life, she is the one who is always buying me jewellery and sarees, she is very easily able to detect the tremor in my voice when i am having a fever.I have been away from home since the last 5 years and each day i more and more realise the value of home, the value of having a loving and caring family.

Oh God forgive me when i whine, I have a loving family and the world is mine