Finding Home

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By Sharanya Swain, ICE- Batch of 2019

I’m sitting in front of the TV. Wiling away my precious time and boring myself to death. Seeing the mundane life that I lead, suddenly a voice inside tells me “I want to go home”. I sit upright and play the entire thought inside my mind. Sitting peacefully, with no hindrance whatsoever in my own house- I feel I want to go home! Aren’t I already in mine. A place where my family lives, where I’m understood, where I have learnt life’s essential lessons, a place where I will choose to come back to like a prodigal child in search of true belonging.

I told myself to shut up. Shut the weird ideas that my empty mind was cooking and rather concentrate on wiling away my time further. But the thought was not ready to leave. An idea so absurd but equally deep had set in my mind.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. And again asked the question. It echoed in my mind, playing with all the brain cells to find a precise definition. And after retrospecting in the quietude of the room I realized something beautiful.

They say home is where the heart is. But I guess home is where the soul is. Because the mind never comes to rest and the heart is a figment of the mind that is partial. But the soul, the soul is free as the phoenix. And it doesn’t matter where you are or what you are doing, if the soul is soaring high in the horizon, flying towards eternal peace then we can mighty well say it… you are finally home.

 

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