Two wanderes from Pakistan moved to a land ...a country they knew nothing about..which v now call india... moved into a mere piece of land... which they promised each other to turn into a home.. a home filledwith laughter.. happiness and memories..
These two created a wonderland to a family of them two and five adorable kids...she the houselady was indeed a magic creator.. from creating five lives.. to creating unforgetable memories.. she suceeded beautifully....
The home..with minimal but eyeworthy things... handmade painting of her children and the warmth she spread across each wall...made the place to live as the cosiest corner of the planet..
She who I talk about was my grandmother... and her family of her husband my grandfather..and her family of five children .. one being my father..and this home that they made with utmost love and affection is not a part of my life anymore... and not always materialistic things are really that.. this was a treasure of emotions that I have to let go..a house where generations have grown... celebrated together... cried together..it’s sold out to move out to different locations and resume life in other parts of the world...
I donot live there but every year for vacation I look forward to go to what I call my home since i was born... my Amma’s (grandmother) home... and suddenly this doesnt exists..
My parents would settle somewhere and will create something as beautiful for them and for us, but they won’t be able to capture the time, the love, the moments , the soul that belongs there... in that home...its truly said..”sometimes you do not know the value of a moment until it turns to a memory”..
And this is where you feel not always what you think will stay forever and is perpetual will stay.. it can vanish away for the practicality of life..and you have to merely grab on to the memories and fill up your heart and just move on...
Does anyone gather the emotions?
