One day my friend , little birdy , asked me out of a blue, while we were alone ,apart from the world ,listening to the cadence of wind in the fairy jungle and sweet songs of so many creatures lulling our ears , from far hills…
– “What is a home ,buddy ?”
I got surprised with this sudden question, felt a tingling of pain deep in my heart ,got silent ,and then after pondering a while …slowly with a stuttering, sad voice with pain I said to the little birdy ..
– A Home must be a place ,where you don’t get lonely !
A home must be a place ,where you don’t get left behind !
A home is probably somewhere people don’t judge you !
A home I think is a place where people don’t engage themselves in searching n finding faults in you !
A home must be a beautiful, bright and warm place where everybody smiles ,sings, dances ,breathes ,moves freely and loves each other deeply , abundantly !
And my dear, little birdy ..! A home must be a place where your Mom is waiting for you !
We don’t have a home buddy ! “
Tears started to rain from my eyes and words couldn’t be uttered anymore !
Little birdy said ..
– ” If that is a home then You are my Home ! buddy ! “
A sweet smile waved on my sad lips and reached through my teary chicks ..
I hugged my little birdy with affection ,love ,satisfaction and new found hope !