Monday, October 17, 2005

Graduate students here live in apartments, share rooms in cottages, and live in other fanciful named abodes, such as studio apartments and condos. However, very few of them live in a home. I don't. There is nothing like the warmth and the natural reassurance and concern, that a home, any home, radiates. You can always recognise a home when you step into one. And this time of the year, when the trees cast dark shadows that highlight your path in the evening, and when the air starts to bristle with the cold smell of the crisp inevitability of fall, more than ever, you start missing that special place called home, and all things possibly associated with it...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Madhura said...

I know EXACTLY what you mean!!!!!!! :( can't wait for December!!! :)

8:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You must be a cancerian !
-Meera

11:21 PM  

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