Who knew that a home was so important? I forgot. Silly me. No rush I kept saying – I am fine where I am.. its clean, comfortable and relatively cheap.
But I wasn’t feeling right – I was questioning a lot what am I doing here? Is this the right place? Am I ‘over’ being in India? Is it time I was out of here for a while? All of that stuff and the answers kept coming through that what I am supposed to be doing is actually what I am doing right now.. otherwise why would I be here? But still I was not relaxing into it.
Then last night I found it .. nestled into a corner of a courtyard – a low roofed round shouldered small house – well a room really – filled with dusty furniture, cobwebs strung from the ceiling. In definite need of some white wash – but there it is.. it looks like home. Big coconut palms shading its surrounding clean swept courtyard .. with pot plants!
Perfect – no.. but home .. yes. Its a definite feeling – somewhere I can make my own even for a short time – somewhere I can make tea for friends and invite them in – somewhere I can tack pictures to the walls, throw some bright colours around and settle in.
What is home? Actually its a feeling. And I have it now. Now I can relax and be with what I am doing here. With thanks to all who conspired to discover this place –
This is not it.. but this place too has a feeling .. see what I mean?