Back home after a jaunt.
a fortnight of being away
sets in a longing, in spite
of the other being my own.

The second, a recent addition
conspicuous for its grandeur
beautifully styled, a fusion of tradition
and modern architecture

gives me a sense of pride
not one of belonging.
Alighting at the porch, of the old
I experience a sensation,

 nostalgic. As I stepped in, I could
visualize my mom opening
the door.  I hugged her. She softly
presses her lips on my head.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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