Home
~ Sushmitha V
Do you have a place called home?
Tuesday dawned bright and sunny. I jumped out of bed, realizing I was an hour late for my fitness class. I ran to my room, took all my clothes, and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower. I guess this was my fastest-ever sprint - unfortunately, it was only from the door to the bathroom!
"Never mind, good start!" I cheered myself. I stood under the shower, imagining it to be a waterfall, eyes shut. Crystal pure water poured on me. Suddenly, I opened my eyes to hear a weird noise. I stopped my imaginary waterfall. The noise increased in volume.
I tried to identify it, so I leaned against the bathroom
door, pressing one ear to it to catch the sound more clearly. It was indistinct
- the words weren't clear. It sounded like the whining of a baby- who throws
immediate, loud tantrums on leaving his mother just for a few seconds.
I was damn curious to know its origin. So, I gave a
permanent pause to my waterfall and gushed out of my room after I got dressed
up. I ran down the flight of stairs- bet you this time it was longer than the
distance between my room door and the bathroom. Kudos to myself! As I reached
my living room, I still heard that strange noise.
Then I decided to go outside, and look out in my garden but
in vain. I opened the gate, its creaks sounding like a greeting every time. I
gave a superficial glance in the street, on the bushes but found nothing. Yet I
heard it again and again and again.
Now that I didn't figure it out, my mind started to think from
different angles- maybe it was some baby in the neighbouring house- making
excuses for its failure. Genius human brains!
Yes! It is indeed genius!!
I saw something moving in the bushes, now the rustling of
leaves accompanied the strange noise. With much reluctance, I pushed away the
bushes and saw it - the creature that made those weird noises. I gently lifted
the small, four-legged cute puppy- its baby eyes filled with tears. Much of the
anxiety was painted on his small face. Definitely, this little fellow was
making such creepy noises, I decided.
He was adorable to the core. I thought maybe some stone-hearted
fellow had dropped him here, alone in the bush after separating him from his
mom. I marveled at his small features—his tiny ears, little black nose, small
eyes, and petite paws—all magnificently tiny.
I wanted to ask him, “Do you have a place called home?”
But the poor fella wouldn't be able to answer me, God hadn't gifted him with that sense. My mind tempted me to have him - I wanted him more for I had no one with me. We had similarities.
So, I said, looking at his beautiful eyes, “Now that you are here, this is your home. I have you, you have me. Let's have each other, forever…"
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