Hey how was your morning today ? was that really good by all those good morning texts? well I don’t know about yours but mine was awesome ….how ? by a morning phone call from almost 300 miles away …
from the only person who would always love me even I would be the worst person of the world ,if I would become the most ugly person … the only person who would always love me the way I am ,will accept all my 365 shades …
I hope you are no thinking of someone special ,actually she is the most special person in my life …my mumma.

Every morning and the evening she makes sure that I don’t miss any of my meal nor any of my important tasks,she makes sure that she would be there whenever I need someone to talk,to share to just laugh with ,to just cry in-front when I have to show my strength to the entire world ,she always makes sure that I would never loose my hopes that I would never give up…not even when the entire universe would stood against me …
Now you will think whats so special every mother does that … off course every mother does that more often and that’s why they all are so special …not just mothers families are equally important too …not just for a good morning ,not just for a good day ,but for leading a really great life ,so that you could never forget to live happily with all those hussles and bussles going around. So that you never forget to love yourself
Since from the beautiful morning when your mum rubs her cheeks with yours like a cow does to her calf ,with that cozy hug she gives you along with dad’s funny dance and all those sarcasm he throws upon political parties ,including the mischeives your brother does when he locks you up in the bathroom and wants you to beg him ….how cruel he could be ugh !! the times when he irritates you with annoying noises and weird faces and all those pillow fights at night ,all those chit chats in the evening with all those funny experiences of everyone in the family ,all those stories grand ma told you ,and those arguments who loves ma papa more or whom does they choose upon among these tom and jerry in the house … oh i am sorry there is an infinetly long list of mine which has made my mornings ,my noon, evening and nights awesome …

From being a thin ,arrogant ,stubborn and in secured child till becoming an overweight (oh I’m sorry I’m not fat just a little fluffy that’s what mum told me…haha) cute ,chubby ,cheerful and an over-pampered kid my journey was full of twits and turns …from being an annoyed ,lazy aimless student till being a hardworking professional my way was full of challenges…challenges that doesn’t only made me stronger but made me realize that how much these people are important to me … that even if you are a king there is no kingship without your ministers and there is no Royality without a great royal family…

Since past three years I was trying discovering my new shades in this engineering college and I still do cry like if i am going first time to the school .. I do cry like hell when I miss my home ,when I had to pack my bagadge while returning back to my cell …
Leaving home always means leaving with your feet, never with your heart
Yes even after spending quite a long time I do feel homesick … more-often
And i am not ashamed of acknowledging this fact that I do miss that warm hug in the morning and at the night ,I do miss all those funny poor jokes ,my peaceful sleep ,that happening environment ,all those chit chats ,arguments ,not just food but the air ,the water ,laughter and everything else … I feel homesick not because i am impractical neither because i am immature may be its just because I love them may be because I can never stop remembering them may be because they’ve always been with me during all my good times and all those bad times …may be I can never stop missing them . even if I grew older and older even if I’ll be at some different planet even if I do get really loving people around …I will be always homesick.
And I don’t think being homesick or missing your family in anyway embarrassing I guess they worth missing ,they worth loving ,they worth remembering …
We don’t call it homesick. We call it missing home. There’s not a sickness involved, it’s a state of mind.”
I don’t understand the fact how could people just forget someone who has always been there, who has always cared for you who has always loved you without judging you …?
Career ,life,life partners are important I agree but these things doesn’t worth forgetting the ones who gave you this life ,who made you what you are today .
Keep falling in love but don’t forget loving the ones who always loved you ..
don’t be ashamed of feeling homesick …
“Thanks for reading”



