I am dreaming
tonight of an old southern town,
For I've grown
so weary of roaming around,
And I am going home
to my dad.
Your hair has
turned to silver,
And I know you’re
failing too.
Daddy dear, oh
daddy, I am coming back to you.
You've made my
childhood happy,
But still I longed
to roam,
I've had my
way, but now I’ll say,
I long for you and
for home.
Dear
daddy you've shared all my sorrows and joys,
You tried hard to
bring me up right,
I know you’ll still
be one of the boys,
I’m starting back
home tonight.
Your hair has
turned to silver,
And I know you’re
failing too.
Daddy dear, oh
daddy, I am coming back to you.
You've made my
childhood happy,
But still I longed
to roam,
I've had my
way, but now I’ll say,
I long for you and
for home.
Okay so the time has come. I
have been waiting for this moment for a while now. It’s been a month since I
haven’t been home and I really needed a break and relax myself. So going home
seemed to be the best idea. Also, for a fact that I needed to go Ahmedabad for
training. So, everything was set, first home and then directly to the training
school. Excited. Yeah, I was. For I knew I would be among people I know and
people I love.
But this time just as much I was excited, there
still was a part of me which was pretty hesitant about everything. Ummmmmm….. I
think we have discussed about everything previously. But if you haven’t taken
notice of that, that go here and you will know everything. There was this thing
inside me, telling me not to go, stopping me and trying to kill the excitement
and there was this other part, which constantly told me, there is nothing like
being at home, being with the people you love and the elation attached to being
together. So, I guess the thought of being together with all those people…..
ummmmmm… my family seemed to be the better idea.
And then after a long thought and long discussion
with my folks at home and everyone I knew who could give me honest and sincere
opinions were consulted and after days of being in a battle with myself, I have
finally decided. Home it is.
So, I set out and after about 12 hours of
travelling, I finally reached Delhi, my home, early in the morning. Still dark
it was and I couldn't wait to get home. Took a taxi to reach home and
all the way I was thinking about reuniting with my sisters and my family after
a long time. By this time, the other part that I had told about, which was
stopping me, had given up on trying and I was excited. Just friggin excited.
The road also seemed longer than it was. I kid you not, it really seemed that
way. Maybe because I was too excited to be home after all.
Reached home and was greeted by my mother, yeah, she
always does it. After all, she had been waiting for me to knock on the door. I
could see, she was happy to see me and so was I. We however did not talk, it
was middle of the night and everyone was sleeping, and I could understand she
might be sleepy as well, so I asked her to sleep and told her if I needed
anything, I would just take it from the fridge. I guess she was a bit concerned
about me, I am one of those who needs to be told time and again that I need to
eat, after all she’s my mom and she knows me. So she kept few things for me to
eat and then went to sleep. I was hungry, just a bit though but was more tired
and just wanted to get back to sleep. So I went to my room and slept.
Things didn't seem to
be the way I had expected them. I was expecting a lot of chitter-chatter and a
lot of talks. But when the morning dawned, everything was just the opposite. I
mean, everyone was talking among themselves and very few talked to me.
I didn't give it much attention, thinking things will be better in
the evening. After all, it’s just been few hours since my arrival. So, I
waited. The evening came and things didn't seem to change at all. I
could feel some uncomfortable stares thrown at me, though I tried my best to
ignore them, I think I just couldn't Mom and dad knew what I was
going through and they actually tried their best to make me feel comfortable. I
really appreciated it, because I knew they were just as much disappointed at me,
however it was the parent in them, which made them forget everything and
embrace me for who I am and love me the way I am.
They did not say much, but mom made things I loved
the most for dinner and that was enough to show that she was actually happy to
see me. Dad spoke to me a lot. Though we did not get into any serious
conversation. Ooh well, for that, let me tell you something about my dad. He is
a respected figure in our community, an elder in the church and one of the
first people to move to Delhi, so he has been involved quite a lot in the
church and other social things. Known for his hard hitting lines and everything
and known to speak of the bitter truth, instead of just beating around the
bush. Some people don’t like him for that; I however respect him for his
straight forwardness. However……. Outside all these circles, there is one thing
that you need to know about him, he is everything but the ever serious type of
guy that most people know. He is funny, witty and had a great presence of mind.
You can say outside all these things, he is not one of those serious people.
He’s more of the funny dads around. Honestly, my friends like him for his
jovial attitude. So do I.
Dad and I hardly talk about serious things, and even
when we do, we tend to do it in a jovial way rather than being all too cranky
about things. That I guess makes our relation better. I am not afraid of
putting my points across to him, mainly because I know that he would listen to
them. If he doesn't like it, he’s not afraid to tell me so. The best
part about us is that, sometimes he takes my opinions on things and he takes
them seriously. In short, he’s not ashamed of consulting younger people than
him whenever he is in doubt. That, for me makes him a lot more approachable and
a lot easier to talk to. There however is a small problem about him, after all
no man is born perfect. He can sometimes be very fussy about things, maybe that
is because he wants things to be done in certain order and he’s not happy until
it’s done just how he wants it. That’s one thing that I have taken from him.
It’s annoying sometimes, however not hard to adapt to. And he is just one of
those people, easy to talk to and always fun to be around with. Not to forget
he has a great sense of humor.
He’s my dad, I love him, respect him and admire him
in every way, however I am not going to go all out praising, because he has his
limitations, he’s human after all. He’s impatient, sometimes very strict, can
be really harsh with the words he chooses to spit, sometimes a bit clumsy with
things and even annoying, however in all, he is not a bad person. Know him once
and I am sure you will like him, even if you don’t love him.
So………… As I said, he did make me comfortable amidst
everything; it was nice to be home after all. Home is home.
At night though, talked a bit with my sisters and
brothers. It wasn't as smooth as it used to be but I am still happy
with it. A lot better than not talking at all. Though there was a certain uncomfort,
I was still glad that finally we broke the ice for I knew things will just get
better in due time. All we need was to spend some more time together.
Comfortable or not, it was nice being home. No matter what happens. Nothing
beats times spent with family. Can you imagine, till some time ago I almost cut
myself out from my family. Things happened in the past and I
just couldn't handle them, though a bit late, I have realized,
even if everything breaks, family is forever.
The first day……….. Hmmmmmmm… Looking ahead to more
days but better ones and I am sure they will come my way. I will take a leave
now. Will see you very soon. Till then take care and stay safe.
Adios!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
