Coming back home

The scenery outside the window is moving fast. Trees, green fields, lakes, rivers, bridges, animals and people, all zooming backwards at a dizzying speed. This is when our hero is standing on the gate of the train. Wind sweeping through his hairs as he looks at the horizon ahead. The train slows down and as it comes to the station and finally stops. The railway station was hustling with people coming in and out of the city. He gets down and looking all around walks out of the station. The main entry/exit gates seemed to him like the main gates of a fort. The only gate to get inside the city or to get out of the city. As soon as he steps out he is greeted with a cacophony of blaring horns and engines. The auto-rickshaws, cycle-rickshaws, buses, tempos, scooters, bikes, people... it seemed like an organized chaos. He stares at them for some time then stops a tempo and gets in. Surrounded with strangers he looks outside the small window. “That building was not there when I was here last time!” Suddenly the old place where he had lived a life seems to be a new one. New buildings, cars, better roads... Some changes were prominent and some subtle. Soon he reaches the cross road from where he as to walk to home. He pays the tempo wala. “The cost has gone up from Rs 5 to Rs 8!” it seemed to him like a long time since his last visit. Soon he reached home. He is greeted warmly by mom and the doggy. The doggy was going nuts, wagging the tail furiously, barking, licking and jumping to get on to him. It’s amazing, how these animals win over your heart and become a part of your family.
He freshens up and sits down beside his mom. They start chatting. School friends, who is where doing what, who got married, small incidents that had happened lately, incidents what were a distant past, news politics, cars, neighbors, sports, office, crushes... the endless list. No work pressure, no getting up early to go to college, no cooking, just sleeping, eating and chatting.

Going back home is such a different feeling. Most of you must be working or studying in a different city. If you are a student then you must be going back home quite often. As soon as you get into work (especially if the work place is 3500 Km away) you tend to come back home after long time gaps. If you are outside the country then the gap increases. I figured that the farther you are less is the frequency to come back home. The less the frequency of coming back home the more nostalgia hits you.
But in the end it’s a nice feeling coming back home to your parents and pets. The unconditional love and affection! Gourmet food through out the stay and most of all no work (as in office work)