For the last 16 months I am living here and spending time with you (inside you). Frankly, I have never treated you with respect which one should give to one’s abode. For you, I had always used the word ‘room’ not even used a more respectable word like ‘flat’ referring you as ‘home’ was simply out of question. I always felt like this job and place is not for me and I would leave it all soon. But that time never came. All my plans to move on turned out to be just lofty dreams.
Of late, a lot has changed in the way, I see you. When I look back, I realize, you were the only thing constant in my life. Thanks to you and my other experiences in recent months, I have realised the importance of “constant” or “unchanging” things in life. Never understood that you were the only piece of stability in otherwise roller coaster ride of all these months. Unknowingly over this period of time, lot of my memories have come to be associated with you. Be it first night on my own, in the city of dreams, be it spending time with you after I got my arm hurt, be it first real day at office (after probation), be it marathon sessions on phone/facebook/gtalk, be it opportunity to smoke my lungs out in this official bachelor accommodation, be it breaking my bed in the middle of conversation with my friend, be it being dumped by her and spending sleepless nights in all those weak moments. You have been witness to all these things. I want to make a belated attempt to mend my relation with you. From now on, I will call you as my Home away from Home.
This is my tribute to you.
Thank you for bearing and being with me
P.S.: 2nd ever piece of scribbling, please try to ignore big and small grammatical errors. Although criticism is welcome ?
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