When I step down from
the local vehicle(so called TOWN bus), the first feel which ponders in my
heart-Heaven. Don’t ask me ‘Have you been to heaven before?’. Nay.Nay. I
hallucinate myself as if I’ve stepped
into the heaven. By the way, where did I get down? It’s the place where I have
been born and brought up. Enthusiasm filled me to step my feet for about 30 feet forward until
I reached an Igloo. Why am I referring the place as Igloo? If you live(love) a place under chill and wintery weather(hearts of persons in it), then it’s
called as Igloo.
A heartless and simple
woman appeared in front of me when I stepped in. Yes indeed, she is my ‘MOM’.
And what the heck is that heartless? If a person lives and abides by his heart
can be called as Hearted person. If one gives away their couple of articles to
her daughters and ventricles to her sons and lives and thrives only for them
should only be called as –A heartless being. “Had your Dinner? Dine in the
table at once even if you had it. Boost or Horlicks?(Still we are kids though
we are in our 20’s in her motherhood dictionary)”. “Mom! I am not getting
sleep”. The reply, “Read a book for about 5 mins by lying in the bed”. From
that day, that’s my tactic act to get sleep at once. She incubated me; pained
for me; nursed me; nurtured me; cares for me; cries for me and most of all, she
loves me than anyone in this world could. What am I going to give her in
return?
An audacity and docile
person dined along with me in silence whom I consider the first citizen in my
life. My only hero; my guide; my mentor; my tutor, my motivator. He who
prevails in your heart always even though he keeps a distance at you must be
called as –DAD. But he comes into my picture only at times of crisis and mental
distress. The reason for my visit to the igloo- I am in crisis. “The Interview
which I faced yesterday was a flop”. And the reply, “When does the semester
exam starts? Not riding bike in city right? ”. No way. What’s this reply? “DAD!
My interview?”. He, with a grin face, “You came all the way to say this? Vittu poda(RIP it and Move on man)”. Peace
filled my heart but fear occupied the most. The reason- What am I going to pay
him in return?
Two persons lied in the
floors with me-one at the left and the other to my right. Character of a person
depends on his/her brought up and the environment he/she is thrown in. This
criterion, So called character was well taken into care by the person lying to
my left. Mindful watching; Strict at times; Emotions sometimes; teacher who
taught me how to pray (but I did and doing it just for her sake); getting
assured of my health. Hey wait wait. Whom am I insisting? SISTER. The elder one.
“I have more dreams flowing in my mind if I think of this fellow”-the words
which would shower out of her mouth if you ask about me. Confidence is a mere
word but attaining it is the hardest thing to accumulate in one’s self. It is
being taken care, still caring it but couldn’t achieve to ponder it within me by
the person lying to my right. Seeded me the art of reading books; Motivated me
to scribble some shabby stories; Boosted me to enter into cine field and
achieve something (but I cared only for ‘Boost’ and left out ‘ted’). By the
way, who’s that? My second elder SISTER. “Try Journalism; Or Direction; Or story
writing; Achieve something”. But I never cared of. I would say, I would be one
of the luckiest to get them in my life. Yes again, what would be my part in
their life?
I woke up and went to
the upstairs. Does Igloo have any upstairs? Of course. My Igloo does have
upstairs. None stood beside me but I imagined myself someone is in front of me
though he is some 150kms far from me. Who is he? The person who stood up and
took care of my Igloo’s reputation to some sort which I failed to do so; person
who speaks out rarely; person with innate talents; we do share a lot not by
words but through silence. He is none other than my younger BRO. I can’t write
more about him and don’t ask me why. Since that’s the way we are and it’s quite
complicated.
Out of 6, 5 characters
came around ‘I’ and who is that ‘I’? What’s his position? Who is he in that
Igloo? All he could say is it’s a hypothetical question He said it’s the heaven
with hugs and thud. True. What ‘I’ is gonna do to the Igloo? Only Time would
decide it.
"Bound with Love and
affection-It’s the place called HOME”
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