Mundane
And at that time, in the pale dusky winter evening, somebody asked him – What did he want? What did he really really want?! He couldn’t say anything, but his eyes hid the discord of his cataclysmic thoughts. Nothing has changed since he left home, people remember him not by name anymore rather just as a young lad, who disappeared a few years back. The streets are very much the same, new children keep popping up in the backyard, old outdoor games are still played and the monotonic siren of the train still hovers in the background. It was the same place, which he called home. The yearning inside him to come stay with his mother never subsided, the warmth of the winter blanket and the morning tea is something which he could never forget. It’s been six long years, sin ce he saw all the four seasons in his home town, a short time compared to what most of the other lads endure, but long for him nevertheless. But like the age old clichés of the modern times, coming home was not the...