Nostalgia

I remember home
I remember the dust laden roads
And the hot summer loo
Which I braved to run back home after school
I remember the tea and snacks
That I gorged on, after a July rain
I remember the heavyness of a cold December air
And the rides in late and viciously foggy nights
And the adventurous sojourn to the places that seemed farfetched
I remember that bed, that corner of my room
My memories scream my name, out loud
They call me, they tell me to come home
It is time, they say
But my journey,
it had just begun