Open letter to every mother out there, I’m sure her child feels the same!
Dear maa,
It’s been 3 years and life has taken turns in it’s most comfortably uncomfortable manners. I talk to you daily on the phone and sometimes Whatsapp you for some tips too but what the pen can do none other can. I can spill out all my secrets in this letter because there are barely people I can talk to openly about what I’m feeling, the feeling of homesickness or the feeling of missing you or is it the fear of never seeing you again?
I’ve great friends, the jobs’ great and I enjoy it but now my freedom demands your dominant love for a while.
My boss appraises me for the work I do but my work misses your appraisals!
The streets are really busy during week days and sometimes moments make me think of you. I know you miss me too but yet you are bold enough to not show. So many questions ponder me which only you can answer but I don’t want to do it over the phone.
I miss the 11 o’clock wake up calls, something only a home had I guess. I miss the sprinkling of water on my face on late Monday mornings. Sundays are worst for now, stereotypical outings have made me brake my thoughts and I miss how I spent some Sundays at home with your hands ruffling my hair with me sleeping on your lap. I guess I will never be old for those “cheeky kisses.”
Living alone has made me a versatile person for sure but with you around I felt pretty same.
Without you holding my pain I’ve become vulnerable to people’s thoughts.
Coming home late doesn’t feel the same now, the feeling of fearful happiness is lost as no one is there to hog around for being late or no one calls to check up on me.
My fridge is full of beers but the danger of being caught is lost and so there’s not much fun imbibing it!
I miss dad for not being around to scold me and also I don’t have someone to argue with my rights or wrongs. No one cares much and thus sometimes I end up in the wrong path.
The love in the dark eyes of a father is really precious and I miss those eyes which love me but simultaneously makes sure I become stronger.
No one is there to fight around or kid with and the feeling of missing my younger brother makes me loony. I’m sure you feel pretty same seeing the younger one sitting alone on the sofa corner and watching TV. Life has become a bit of dull lately.
I miss my true friends because it’s been long I’ve grabbed a beer with them or had some Mary Jane. The plans and road trips haven’t happened in three years but it feels like a lifetime. I may have laughed or may have made people laugh, but to be honest I’m a bit broken inside because I miss your love, the purest of all kinds. I cry on the couch and there’s no one to look up to and the moment of missing you flickers in my eyes and flashes the happy times from the past. Eating the same food that I make myself never fails to remind me of your classic taste, even the lemonade isn’t the same, it misses your stir maybe but I’m living. Sometimes coming home tired I end up eating bread and butter which never happened at home. Smoking the pot occasionally and having a laugh is amazing but the taste of your homemade smoking hot cannelloni is missed. I miss your illogical arguments and my wits have lost all the charm.
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I’m coming home but I’m still unsure if I should bring this letter with me or not.
But I’m coming home maa, I’m coming home!
Yours,
Homesick.
Thank you for this opportunity, youth ki awaaz.
Name : Tanmay Mehta
City : Vadodara