Maa, main ghar aa gai!

Village men and their country women. It's that time of the year again. When your eyes pop out with love at the sight of your city before landing when you are in the sky, hundred feet above the ground, hoping that your flight won't crash. When you walk out of the airport hoping that someone would surprise you with a musical welcome and garlands only to find the same old driver at the exit door willing to take your bags to the car. When you pray that you reach your house from the airport in the blink of an eye. Or by running like Shah Rukh Khan in K3G to find your mother( Jaya Bachchan there) at the doorstep with tears in her eyes and 'aarti ki thali' in her hands.

Yes peeps. I woke up on my own lovely familiar bed today morning when the maid switched off the fan and turned on the lights of my room and told my mother how tanned and ugly I've become. Home after a hot sun kissed semester in college seems to be heaven. It really is till the end of your holidays.

Only that when you start getting comfortable in your old couch having unlimited Dairy Milk chocolates and Belgium chocolate ice-creams with extra toppings dripping out of it with your legs as the food table, watching the repeat telecast of Roadies, your mother reminds you that you need to marry someone one day and for that  'Multani mitti' would be the magic, not another dose of five day old cake leftovers. When your sister shouts in your ears putting her vocal chord at risk to turn off the laptop light at night and not be a pain in her ass this summer. Yet again. When your father tells you to not go out much in the holidays so that the family driver won't run away. When the entire family asks you for your phone password with child like eyes and innocent smiles.And your sister locks you in the room at night and refuses to open it till you let her see your Whatsapp chats.

That you stand up on the floor again after changing positions in your bed all day and declare that this won't be entertained with extreme confidence and sky high expectations of having Manchurian and fried rice at the dinner plate. 

Only to find that no one was in the house at that moment. 

You go off to sleep again.

But, all this and much, home is really the heaven you wish to come to when the mess food in college takes a toll on your taste buds. When you miss your mother even more on her Birthday. When your father refuses to grant you permission to go out of the campus when you ask him once in a while.

I, like all the children out there, am majorly attached with my parents. I don't express it everyday except on their Birthdays and my sentimental days when the tissues can't wipe off the tears. They have been there and will be there throughout. Folks come and leave. They stay. Even when you commit thousand mistakes. Or fight with them when college tests your patience. Or don't call them for two days at a stretch. They were there. Waiting for your call only to tell them that you had food and are fine and smiling.

They were the ones who were working their ass off to give you those extra comforts. They were the ones who taught you to differentiate the right from wrong. They were the ones who hug you even tighter when you realize your mistakes. And they are the ones who see you in your ugliest state and still manage to love you unconditionally.

I missed my mother telling me her college stories and experiences. How Papa met her for the first time. ;) 

I missed teasing her about Papa. I missed her complaints about our neighbours and relatives. I missed how she keeps asking me if I like someone. I missed having her food. And I missed sleeping in her lap.

I missed going on endless walks with my father. Discussing everything under the sun. I missed that feeling when I find it awkward to hug him at first and then ultimately when I do, I feel the safest I can ever feel.

I missed home. I really did. :')

P.S. Manchurian and fried rice waiting for me! <3