Last Friday I came home early after
submitting the grade for the semester. It was a bliss..relaxing and tension of
time-line was over. This is very unusual for me; in a regular day I return home
with my son in the evening and immediately get occupied in the whirlpool of
business. Thus, that untimely homecoming gave me a different kind of feeling.
The house looked quite and sober. In morning maid cleaned the house, so there
were no toys scattered in the living room, no legos on the floor to step on and
no plates with unfinished breakfast on the coffee table. Whoever visited my
home previously, they know this is quite an unusual sight in my house. However,
the pristine cleanliness did not give me any satisfaction. To me the house looked
so desolate..so unusually calm that I could sense the eager waiting in the
silence of the air. The sofas looked like they were waiting for some body to
jump (even if you say umpteenth time not to do so), some people to sit and chat
something random. The carpet wanted to give shelter for hundred lego pieces to
be scattered on it. The warm sun light was feeling the room with the desire to
wrap the jumping kindergarteners. I felt the sense of waiting everywhere. Hence
this picture name is waiting.
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