I miss those green vast fields illuminated with the bright sunshine & the leaves of the tress lightly swaying in the cool breeze. I miss looking at my Ma pick up mani-muni plants & other herbs to feed us & make us more strong. I miss the streams running beneath those farms, filled with the delightful fishes. I miss the serene time near by the small ponds and streams, fishing with my Deta and the way he taught me how to. I was always good in catching fishes, like a gift of God. I miss how the land around us filled with thousands of brightly-lit & sparkling fireflies at night-time, and the stars twinkling above in the sky. It all looked breathtakingly awesome, in the real sense of the word "awesome" as in it stops my breath just thinking about it. I miss those numerous flowers & trees and looking & sniffing each of them. I miss trying to catch those transparent, little jia, jumping around the long grasses. I miss how those bon-gutis got stuck to my socks & picking 'em out. I miss how each evening my parents gave us some long-forgotten brand of bhujia that tasted so brilliant & light, along with some kajus & kishmis. And how I used to wait just to eat these small little treasures.
I miss how I used to be so fat & chubby, then (hehe). I miss the way I loved eating payash so much back then as if it was amrit! I miss how my Ma kissed my cheeks gently whenever I felt sick & how she selflessly took care of me, sacrificing so much. I can never return what she did for me. I miss how I loved & missed home so much, when at school. I miss looking at her gardening & taking care of the plants & the way she knew so much about 'em.
I miss Teok so much that each night, no matter what, I always see the fields & the route to the fields. No matter what the situation is & even if I see no one else. It's like my home is calling me back each moment again & again. It's been so many years I haven't been there, it sure feels like ages back. I have to return. I have to see those fields, atleast once again. Else, I won't be at peace.
My soul cries out for the sense of living there, once again. Nostalgia. All these memories of my childhood in Teok with my family are so sweet & merry. If that wasn't heaven, then, I don't know what is! It was my dreamworld that I still yearn to go back to. No, I don't like living in the city. I don't like it's crowd, the pollution, the indifferent attitude, the grey concrete buildings, the jam-packed roads, the garbage-stinking streets, the cruelty, the artificiality of the city.... And I hate the feeling of staying in an AC room or car. It makes me feel sick! I love & yearn for the fresh, natural air that makes me feel alive.
Here, in Tezpur University, it's not bad. I'm happy about the environment, the trees, the grass. Somehow, it does reminds me of my native land & makes me feel so better. Thank you, T.U., for giving me such a nice place to stay in & learn.
I miss how I used to be so fat & chubby, then (hehe). I miss the way I loved eating payash so much back then as if it was amrit! I miss how my Ma kissed my cheeks gently whenever I felt sick & how she selflessly took care of me, sacrificing so much. I can never return what she did for me. I miss how I loved & missed home so much, when at school. I miss looking at her gardening & taking care of the plants & the way she knew so much about 'em.
I miss Teok so much that each night, no matter what, I always see the fields & the route to the fields. No matter what the situation is & even if I see no one else. It's like my home is calling me back each moment again & again. It's been so many years I haven't been there, it sure feels like ages back. I have to return. I have to see those fields, atleast once again. Else, I won't be at peace.
My soul cries out for the sense of living there, once again. Nostalgia. All these memories of my childhood in Teok with my family are so sweet & merry. If that wasn't heaven, then, I don't know what is! It was my dreamworld that I still yearn to go back to. No, I don't like living in the city. I don't like it's crowd, the pollution, the indifferent attitude, the grey concrete buildings, the jam-packed roads, the garbage-stinking streets, the cruelty, the artificiality of the city.... And I hate the feeling of staying in an AC room or car. It makes me feel sick! I love & yearn for the fresh, natural air that makes me feel alive.
Here, in Tezpur University, it's not bad. I'm happy about the environment, the trees, the grass. Somehow, it does reminds me of my native land & makes me feel so better. Thank you, T.U., for giving me such a nice place to stay in & learn.
