I woke up as the cab driver murmured something.
“Sorry?”, I asked.
We’re here ma’am!
It was deathly quiet moment as I laid my eyes on the red bricked hut shaped building. The silence broke with the horn of the vehicles and I said thankyou as I left the cab.
‘I’M BACK HOME’ the inner me shouted with my feet approaching the door. I got a little disturbed as I walked in , there was nobody to welcome me except a gold ceremic vase which used to be at the side table near the showcase. But now, there was nothing except a walnut coloured centre table which too was occupied by some unfamilier stuff. The fireplace was replaced by a bundle of old newspapers and some greyish stuff replaced the red satin curtains.
The huge wall painting was replaced by a potrait. I shivered a little as I walk closer to the still silent face.
For a moment , I felt like I can’t even breathe properly as every fond memory flashed in my mind like a sequence of pictures running apace.
“only if you were here, mom”. I said, with tears in my eyes and locked the door of that beautiful red bricked house ,