Friday, 14 November 2014

MY LIFE MY WORLD: More I sit alone, the more I miss my home

MY LIFE MY WORLD: More I sit alone, the more I miss my home: The most beautiful place where we reside and a wonderful world where I spend our childhood days is my home.  I have lots of happy moments t...

More I sit alone, the more I miss my home

The most beautiful place where we reside and a wonderful world where I spend our childhood days is my home.  I have lots of happy moments to cherish, as a part of growing up to experience the glory of the larger world. I cherished my home ever since I was born. Even food taste better when you eat it with your family. Today I really miss my home.



I get sick when I am away from home. I dread the thought of hostel stay. I wonder how my friends live in hostels. The only life that lives in my soul could find livelier is when I am home with my families. So I am a forlorn person; I find peace and rest only at home.  
Sometimes living away from my families really drives me through sadness, and feels like I am the only person living for a thousand of years all alone in the corner. This is the time when I really miss my parents. This feeling in me grows more every after a second, which makes me even more to think of my parents. Living away from home for the first lime is the only greatest challenge that I have ever faced after my birth. This is even the worst time that I had until today.

Every day I count the days: this makes me feel little easy to live and when the month ends, it is the happiest moment even for a while. 

Friday, 7 November 2014

happy smile.

I was very happy when you smiled at me,
A smile that melted everything away.
Spring is far away, and within the cold ground,
I waited the time when sprouts would put forth their buds.
Even supposing today there may have been some pain,
And though the scares of yesterday remain,
You can go on living as much as your heart wants to believe.
You cannot be born again, although,
You can go on changing yourself, and so
Let’s stay together, always.


(Source: fruit basket. )

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