Coming Home
Homesickness is the one that makes me suffer all the time in hostel and it's more than the disease for me. My eyes time and again peeks the red mark in the calendar of a classroom wall. Counting the days to be back home is my extra work in the school and I would be always eager to hear announcement of holiday. My excitements are the biggest wealth to show off my grin and peace feeling. Books becomes my sleeping pills when I miss my parents and meals turns into poison. I know it's all because of the way I treat my life but the fact is no one can escape the reality of life. And I should say that it's the reality of my life and of course same goes with others too. Today with much more excitement and anxiety I am coming home to spend fews days with my ever loving parents. I miss your unconditional love.......... ...