As my three years of college life at Miranda House gets over I take my temporary shelter in a rented house at New Gupta colony with a dear friend of mine. But surprisingly,before completing the eleven months of agreement between the tenants(me) and landlords I am thrown out from the house. The whole colony revolted against two innocent girls just simply due to a small birthday party of an another dear friend. And as we become the victims of the hatred and the Cold War existed in the colony even before our arrival to the place we are left with no options but to leave our sweet small house.
Today is 30th Jan 2015. When I am almost done with packing I recollect all the sweet memories in this sweet house with sweet people. Probably my destiny with this sweet house is over. I know I am leaving from here after two nights but I also know it's just the physical me leaving. Memories will keep taking me back to this sweet house though not to the politically and morally corrupted colony. May be, being thrown out and having to leave this place is a blessing in disguise. That's what I and my dearie concludes at the end. Though we are forced to bid good bye to each other this time but still we look up into the sky to make our wishes and keep our minds and hearts positive. We send our wishes for an another togetherness in a sweet house soon!
I am a single person,no parents or relatives in this land. it's just me. I have few bags mostly filled with clothes and then books. As I move from one shelter to another I move with same bags. It has been years I have been moving with them. Perhaps, there are my family and the temporary shelters I take are my home meaning I have a home everywhere, even in the sky or I am a homeless girl just wandering everywhere with these bags looking for a home. This lone life upsets this lone girl at times but may be it's also a chance for the lone girl to grow as she prefers and wishes or perhaps this is what every refugee goes through.
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| Bags, i keep moving with. |
I am a single person,no parents or relatives in this land. it's just me. I have few bags mostly filled with clothes and then books. As I move from one shelter to another I move with same bags. It has been years I have been moving with them. Perhaps, there are my family and the temporary shelters I take are my home meaning I have a home everywhere, even in the sky or I am a homeless girl just wandering everywhere with these bags looking for a home. This lone life upsets this lone girl at times but may be it's also a chance for the lone girl to grow as she prefers and wishes or perhaps this is what every refugee goes through.
