What is home?..I wonder...
The immediate thought is - a place we grew-up at or where our parents or loved ones are.
While being in kitchen and wiping the washed dishes, my mind was pondering over that thought....then a 'before & after' image of a messy garden from my home (back in hometown) flashed in my mind...one that was shared by my brother today morning .... After seeing neatly arranged pots and plants my immediate response to him was - 'Welcome Home๐'.
Such tasks during Diwali was a very common thing for me, my Uncle or earlier with Lt. grandfather; but it was very unusual for me to see my brother indulging in such things. This new awareness brought a smile on my face.
My thoughts then shifted back to where I was - in Bangalore and to the tender shoots of tropical leafs (most favourite) and peace lily plants that I have plucked this morning from house-gardens of the nearby lanes, on my way back home post veggies shopping. For a moment l, I wondered what made me do that? When did this very thought or belief that I can have my own garden came to me?...and what is it so magical about taking that time to clean the fallen leaves, dirt from around the pots and wash bird baths with the thought that they would be happy to see it all clean and will bathe in joy and express it with the fluttering wet wings. A part of my heart was praying for the shoots - may they also feel at home in my garden even though I have taken them away from their own family...
After all the reflection, I arrived at a conclusion that gives me peace and is what I think Home is, It can even be a fraction of a second where the inner child in us is nurtured through actions, talks, music, indulging in a task that bring back happy and carefree memories etc. and is allowed the freedom of expression irrespective of the age or place or title or mask we wear for society.
Wishing you all a joyous, prosperous and healthy Dipawali๐๐.
What is home to you?
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