For my slice today I am using a prompt from Natalie Goldberg’s book Old Friend from Far Away: The Practice of Writing Memoir: Here it is: Where is home for you. Go. Ten Minutes.
Where is home? That is such a great question. Is is a place or is it a feeling? This evening after a very long day of multiple video calls, art lessons, Math problems, strategy meetings, the list goes on,…. we sat down to a delicious homemade dinner. The table was laid with one of my favourite Fabindia tablecloths and matching napkins. At one point, amid the happy sounds of children eating and laughing and cracking bad jokes, I looked around at our perfect square and thought, everything I am grateful for is right here. I am home.
Home is bright colours and delicious food. It is warm afternoons, dozing with a book in my hand. It is perfectly made Darjeeling tea. Home is togetherness and loud voices. Unending traffic jams and singing rickshaws. Home is squabbling sisters and over excited grand children.
Home is order and routine. It is predictability. It is calm and quiet. It is listening to them breathe. It is watching them laugh. It is holding each other when we are scared or frightened.
Home is Mummy’s chocolate cake. And steaming hot daal. It is big, leafy, green salads. Home is fruit- red, yellow, orange, green. It is mango- juice dripping down your wrists in delight. Home is planning lunch at breakfast and dinner at lunch. It is freshly baked bread.
Home is curling up in front of a favourite movie. It is foot massages and tight hugs. It is listening to pod casts and debating truths.
Home is family. It is love- bigger and brighter and more all encompassing than anything you can imagine.Home is knowing you are safe and you will be ok. It is the best thing in the world and the only place I want to be in and feel right about now.