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Returning back seems strange
The 20+ years....
Seemingly, a dream
The childhood, the memories
The roots and the life I lived
All feels familiarly unfamiliar
People have grown
Apart - distant
Converging and diverging
A structure here,
A building there
I feel so out of place
In my birth place.
New faces in the neighborhood
Staring like I'm an alien!
The sameness of the place
Feels so different
Wrapped up and camouflaged.
Yet, I breathe in
The air,
The smell of the wet sand
See the faces familiar
The generality of life
Going on....
And, I love my home.
For - Andy's Blog Hop Saturday.
"I Love my Home" I wish I could say the same.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nikky.
DeleteLovely composition!:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Tarang.
DeleteI feel the same about my home in Mumbai :) Lovely sentiments...
ReplyDeleteThanks Sulekha.
Deleteit is weird returning home after a time you know...things change...some stays the same...there is nothing like the feel of home though...
ReplyDeleteA home has a lot more to offer than just memories. Thanks Brian.
DeleteIt is a surreal experience to go back to where your childhood unfolded. To see remnants of the past tucked into the folds of all things new.
ReplyDeleteYes, true Jessica. Thank you.
DeleteI love my home and always love returning home when I have been away..I feel we carry it in our hearts and create our own sanctuary whereever we go....carrying what we perceive as home within our being...and yes it is in constant flux...just by the energies that pass through...not unlike the wind...and in the end, we are the constant within the change...always changing....beautifully written Janu...Always.
ReplyDeleteWell said Raven...happens to me every time I return home. Thanks for liking and sharing.
DeleteOh, there's no place like home
ReplyDeletethere's no place like home...
But where is home?
Janu, I enjoyed being
in your home today.
Thanks Debra...living in another city, my home will always be the place where I was born and brought up.
DeleteHello Spicy Lady Flower (smile),
ReplyDeleteWhat a tender and emotional piece you wrote here. Our home from childhood will always be special and will remain in our memories. I hope you will always enjoy your visits back in time and will remember the faces that once shared in your happiness. I am just sorry I was not there (smile). Very touching and well written my dear friend. Thanks for sharing.
Yes Andy, my visits back home is always special. Just being there is such a comfort. Thanks.
DeleteHi, Janaki! ~
ReplyDeleteI love this piece and I relate to the beauty, depth and agony of it.
Thank you!
XOXOX
I can relate to this ever so much. I feel that way each time I visit my hometown Mumbai, a place I love with all my heart.
ReplyDelete<3...thanks Suzy.
DeleteO! We all do love our home n specially where we have spent our childhood. I don abt anyone else bt in my case its so true that I always pine to return back to my days of innocence.
ReplyDeleteLove
Mani
Thanks for sharing Mani.
DeleteSomething so similar ~ not just with the people but also with the place. Loved it ~ the place may change on the surface but it'll always have that same spot in your heart ;)
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