Who doesn’t miss home, everybody does, especially if you’re studying or living in a foreign country. I’m often asked if I miss home or not, off course I miss home. I miss lotta things about home. It’s not that I hate my country I just hate those who govern it and people who follow them and make our lives a living hell each day. Anyway let’s not go there.
Basically what I miss bout home is the morning hours. I just miss those hours. There is a certain aura about those morning hours that I like. But on the other hand, how ironic is it? I’m not at all a morning person. I just hate waking up early in the morning’s, I must be one of those people back home who gets up late among my friends and family. Life starts pretty early back home. And sometimes I find it very annoying when people tell me that I wake up late and how they woke up early and have finished a whole lotta work. Well “I don’t fucking care”. When you woke up and what you did. It’s none of my concerns and you better stay outta main as well. It’s not a fucking race to see who wakes up early or not. I wake up according to my own time table n benefit. But then still I hate waking up in the morning early. Even over here, well that a different scenario, cuz we sleep in the morning hahaha.
Anyway this morning I woke up, well its afternoon though, as I was lying on my bed, my thoughts took me back home. How the mornings used to be. I’m the one who wakes up late. As I wake up I open the certen whose windows are faced to the east and the warm morning sun kisses me. I just love that feeling. I stay there for a while looking at the sun whose rays seem to find me through the gaping of the big tree branches that porches in front of my house. As I finish my morning duties I head to the terrace of my house where my mother has put up a small temple for us. It’s hard to believe but its true back home I do go to my temple and say my prayers. After my morning prayers I head out down stairs to my kitchen where I’m usually greeted with the warmest smile anyone can give, the smile of my mom and what makes my day even better is the cup of tea made from her hand. Oh how I miss that taste and the Breakfast that she always forces me to eat. The morning chit chat with my dad with a cup of tea or sometimes leads to few cups is always fun. We talk about everything politics, sports about my life (well that not my favourite topic tough). And then the warm welcomes that my dogs give my each n every morning, I just love them, the way they anticipate me to wake up every morning is always so emotional. The unconditional love that they show me. Though they have a different way of showing love towards me but I still love it. The way they nibble and bite my arms, the way they lick me, the way they circle around me and the way they jump at me, I just miss them. I just love the morning greeting I get back home. It’s just so warming. May be this is why I miss home in the mornings.
