Where is my home???

From the air conditioned atmosphere of the Metro Train in Delhi to the full of sweat and public Local Train of Mumbai, the journey which started with more of a cheer one year ago now seems like a punishment. A punishment which keeps me away from my family, friends and all those relations which has helped me to grow up, to enhance myself, who have taught me, scolded me, made me learn the lessons of life.

 

After 1 year from the time I migrated to the no man’s land from my hometown, this is the first time I’m feeling that why I am going back to a place where I have nobody whom I can call mine, where all those relations I made in last one year seems to be hanging on a thread which can conk off anytime. First time, a thought flashed across my mind that I should get off the train and run back to my home where my mom is sitting with heavy heart counting days that when will I come back permanently. Every time I visit my home, she has the same question ready for me that when will you come back when you won’t have to go to Mumbai again and every time I say, ‘Soon ma’.

 

I was brought up in an atmosphere where everyone I know was there around me every time. My parents to support me, my relatives to bless me and wish me, my friends to hear me out when I wanted to shout. But I don’t have anyone near me. Of course, my friends and family are there but there’s no proximity with them, there’s a difference of 1500 kilometers. Everyone out here is related because they have some work or the other, no one is even bothered here if for an instance I’m of no use to them. I might be wrong once or twice but not every time. For an instance, a friend misses me when I’m out of town once and second time the same friend says that that was for the first time only. How could that be possible that you miss a friend on his first trip and second time you say that it was for that time only.

 

All these changes force me to ask myself that why I am going back to the same place where no one is waiting for me at home, where no one is bothered whether I had my food or not, whether I am well or not.

 

This place has given me lots of happiness, lot of success which is continuing but it has given me lot of relationships which sometimes are too good to cherish and sometimes they want me to forget them.

 

Why every time I see a new face of the same individual, why every time everyone has new emotion for me. I came here to earn money and I think I am losing my relationships in the race of earning money.