Houses, homes, apartments, flats, studios--call them whatever you like but they instill a sense of belonging in you. As I sit writing this blog in my empty house, a sense of despair washes over me. It always happens. Every time I move from one apartment to the other or shift to a new place, I get the same feeling. However exciting it is to move to a new place and start life anew, it is equally difficult and saddening to leave your current home. There have been so many memories attached to this house that your new space just wouldn't be capable of giving; so many things that have happened, so many secrets you've shared with your house; things that are only sacred between your home and you, the sights, the sounds, the smells .... nothing will be the same again.
Sans furniture, amidst bare walls, in empty spaces and around dark corners, I think of the wonderful times I've spent here, of all the people whom I've met and have visited me in this house, of the most precious memories that were born here, of how life changed and how it did for the better, of how I saw life as it was across the street, in the dorms and the precious, lonely moments I've had thinking of the future -- For all that and more -- Thank you #423 ... I'll miss you more than you ever know.
P.S house: I hope your just as nice to the next person who lives here! :)
Sans furniture, amidst bare walls, in empty spaces and around dark corners, I think of the wonderful times I've spent here, of all the people whom I've met and have visited me in this house, of the most precious memories that were born here, of how life changed and how it did for the better, of how I saw life as it was across the street, in the dorms and the precious, lonely moments I've had thinking of the future -- For all that and more -- Thank you #423 ... I'll miss you more than you ever know.
P.S house: I hope your just as nice to the next person who lives here! :)
~ Frame-less walls, an empty space,
A thankful thought, a memory to chase.
A hundred million stories left untold,
Barren, parched, empty and cold.
8 comments:
Nice one....are u moving to a new apartment in Seattle only?
-Shants
Yeah the feeling is weird. You will make new memories at the new place too.
@Shants: Thanks girl ....moving to Bellevue.
@Paresh: Thanks man .... We need to make our "khichdi" plan work in the new place now!
Chhat bataati hai...
yeh kiska aasmaan hai.
Rang kehte hain, kiska yeh jahaan hai.
Kamron mein,
kiski kalpana jhalakti hai?
Is farsh par nange pair,
kiske bacche chalte hain?
Kaun chun chunke ise pyaar se sajaata hai?
Kaun is makaan mein apna ghar basaata hai...
Har ghar chup chaap se yeh kehta hai...
ki andar usmein kaun rehta hai!
When house becomes a home, it becomes much more than a mere number which is used in an address. May you find many more warm memories to add to your experiences in your new destination :)
@J: Thanks I used to always love that ad n the words...its beautiful!
@Deeps: Thanks! :)
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