Going to a new place always feels ecstatic. The fragrance of newly painted walls(some of you may yuck at this idea), new neighbors, different roof styles, and much more! It comes with a lot of positive energy.
When suffering from disposophobia, it is both a mental and an emotional challenge to part ways from your old nest. When I was done with the loading, I turned back frantically to see if I missed anything. Something inside me felt hollow, I was staggered. Everything was empty. The walls were staring at me in despair commemorating me all the moments. They have seen us evolve; evolve slowly from our tender cocoons into tough individuals. I caressed the wall which was all ears to my bawls when Mumma scolded me to the time when I sobbed as a teenager. Everyone has a corner in their home where they find solace, where they can be themselves. Pacing towards my favorite corner, it didn’t look cheerful today. Earlier it had giggled with me while I laughed out at my crush’s WhatsApp jokes, it had been the muse to my poems, cradling me like a baby on my heartbreaks, it was my comfort zone. It was upset today. All my green babies didn’t ask to be watered today. All they asked for was one last gapshap.
Everyone’s home has some peculiarity. “Hey watch it! The tap closes on this side. Open the third drawer and there you’ll find the comb. All the medicines are in that cabinet. Watch it, turn the key twice to unlock the door. Isn’t it? Home is a cushion with the stuffing of emotions, souvenirs, and morals. Even when the outside world wobbles your confidence, home is which accepts you for your flaws, slowly instilling the audacity to take challenges.
One thing I realized is you can never feel a moment twice. That time, that aura, that vibe is personal to that moment and that is awful. You want to recreate moments but fail miserably. Not only people but places too change.
That time, that aura, that vibe is personal to that moment and that is awful. You want to recreate moments but fail miserably. Not only people but places too change.
Reverting to the roadside honking, this emotionally pragmatic 19 years old girl could do nothing but leave with a grin and tears. All my green babies didn’t ask to be watered that day. All they asked for was one Gapshap.