I hate coming back from Home this time.

I just came back from my hometown a day early to comfort myself in the same world I left 4 days back to start an everlasting trip to my hometown. And you know what? I hate it very badly.

I am missing each and every moment of last 4 days I lived in my home(my father’s home). Well being most of the time in a city distant from my hometown that can provide me livelihood for the skills I had acquired over a few years after my school was never such disappointing and distressful.

This is the first time when I feel like crying out loud because my head is still there in the home.

I can see a charming and unforgettable circle of memories I had in the last few days.

Like always I wanted to drop all feelings, emotions right that moment I stepped out of my father’s home. But this time nothing happened as expected. My body traveled back to the city of work forgetting about soul.

And I am busy wondering what MAA(mother) would have been busy with now. Will DADDY be getting ready for the office he chose to work on post retirement from the full time government service.

While I am still in the phase to collect myself, I decided to stay positive and asked few questions to myself:
1. If you like your home so much, why are you here miles away from them?
2. If your work keeps you away from home, then go back and generate opportunities there.

I also realized that

Jobs and Companies are transient,
Skills and Love are permanent.

So from today onwards, I will only work for my homecoming.