Well, it’s the story of
me and my struggle to go home. Literally, I rarely want to visit my place. So, the title seems to be a little vague
there. No, it isn't It’s just when I’m all depressed and I really want
somebody to be around me, and as they say “When everything goes to hell, the
people who stand by you without flinching -- they are your family. ” But again
it’s a miss there too.
The story is different
here. A pahadi by birth, I've always
been in awe of the beauty that Mother Earth has endowed us with. And do I need
to mention that I’m proud when people are like ‘Oh, you are from mountains.
Wow!’ J
Amazing feel, right. I know! And as I now live in Delhi, almost 16 hrs of
non-stop drive from my native town (Pithoragarh). Tiresome! Isn't it? More when
you’re a person who turns pale just at the mention of mountain journey. It’s one hell of a journey for me everytime I
plan to go there. Courtesy to the rickety bus and my affinity to mountain
sickness!
But what makes me jump to
the idea of visiting my place is none other than ‘homesickness’. Ugh. Yes, of course. And snowfall too. My best part
of the year is when it snows. And ever since I decided to leave home for higher
studies, I always planned to visit it at that time of the year. But
unfortunately it never happened so. And this year too, I was really sure, owing
to the weather conditions, that it will definitely snow in January. So, I
planned my journey accordingly. But to my bad, no snowfall. To add to the pain,
it snowed in February when I’m gone. Thank you, Mother Earth, for being such a
spoiler. As much as I really wanted to be there, here’s to the fact that I didn't get to go home when I really wanted to.
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