Have been working like a donkey, realizing every alternative day the importance to home. The idea of being at home is very different for people who have been staying at home the whole life and now all of a sudden will be staying out for most of their adult life.

Initially I just wanted to go out, be an independent person, explore all the possible adventures of life. But once we face reality, life seems bit monotonous and the only peace we seek is to get out of that campus and stay peacefully. Where we can think, love ourselves, feed us and do some workout, talk to people without thinking about all the judgements.

I wish I had an anywheredoor 🚪where I can shuffle through different zones instantaneously.

I am glad that I am back home, like every single time. It’s 2022, Jan, 21, suddenly i had a realization of two years that passed away like anything. I am 24 years old and my maternal grandmother passed away yesterday morning. It’s just difficult to digest it, not like I am crying all the time. I saw her laying peacefully wrapped in that red cloth, saying goodbye to all. I was normal, I am normal, with an intermittent realization, sorrow and tears.

But I am glad I could touch her feet on her last day, maybe it is not her last day, maybe she is having an amazing time right now while I am writing about her.

It’s good to be back home.

Should I tell you the secret of traveling by train?- Its way to pocket friendly to reschedule or cancel it anytime. Helped a lot during pandemic plus you get to gather new story every single time.