Its always a mixed feeling when the packing starts. Small-Little things that has accumulated over the years lie scattered around the room displaced from their designated positions. And suddenly you have to make a choice about what stays and wot leaves. The ones that stay find their way somever inside your suitecase... neatly tucked under some soft clothing protecting it from the fragile jolts it will be subjected to. And the ones that leave? .... The garbage or a dust bin.

And when alls done, u pick up your packed suitcases and walk out of the room. You neatly place it besides the door (or sofa) waiting for your airport pickup to arrive. And whilst waiting, you glance about the room in an attempt to scavenge any last minute memories.

The room looked so filled with life once. And all you see now are naked walls and barren floors. The once hard to find space in the closet is now boasting of as much space as to fit everything in your suitcase back right into it. The bedsheets are tidy and pillows are neatly placed, bathrooms are empty and dry... like it has not been used for ages, kitchen cabinets are clean and except for the remanants of the odours of the last meal... there is no way of saying that people once cooked there.

U have plonked into the sofa(if u still have 1) and wait... there is this eery silence around you. U cannot call anyone coz ur phone is disconnected. All you do is wait.... wait wait and wait....

But on the other side, the waiting is actually over... it IS finally time to go home now :)

Heyy Rags,

You made me feel nostalgic..very well picked up words..well worded indeed..I could feel my last visit to India, I had surprised my family, they were totally stunned to see me back home early morning after a stint of 6 months in London..

Yes..these moments i guess we do cherish always..

in that moment sumtimes u feel u have totally surrendered unto some power....