Dear wanderer,

The one who touches people like a wisp of air that leaves before u acknowledge its presence. You always talk about the places you have seen but you never talk about home, about the fragrance that you bring with you. The ones caged in their homes, they adore you for your bravery to move out of the house. Little do they know about your selfishness in never giving your heart to a place or a person. They are unaware that the more you crib about the confinement of the four walls during the day, the more it aches during the sleepless nights where your soul longs for the comfort of home.

So I want to ask you a few things like,

Don’t you miss waking up in the afternoon on the bed next to your loved one when you start to tip toe out of the stranger’s bed early in the morning to never return?

Don’t you miss the warmth of that one hot cup of tea that you used to share?

Don’t you miss the music that played in your ears when the caressing fingers danced on your head bathed in oil?

I know you loved it all and want to savour it again so how did you manage to bear the weight of the luggage when u left home? And even after knowing that there is nothing in the world like home why haven’t you ever felt weak to your knees and just started taking the paths that lead home?