He left the foreign land a year ago to come back and live with his people, only to make up for the time lost in the agony of being separated from them. His arrival was seen as the only hope by the family to have their kid back into their lives. He soon started to work relentlessly to make sure all the soaring gaps of longing were filled up. The weakened bonds were gaining strength with his constant pursuit for their well-being and desires.They were happy to see their aspirations getting reflected through his eyes.
He’s now a changed man they say, a man more dependable than ever. Standing against the winds of uncertainty with unwavering strength. Someone who was always known for leaving everything behind him for his never-ending endeavours of exploration, has barely held such thoughts anymore.The scars from the foreign land began to disappear as time has erased out their signatures over his body. With the fading scars left the vividness of the moments meant for it.They say home has certainly turned him for good but nobody knew that it were only the poor emotions that were held hostage by the walls.
Home always stands as a good defense from the external influences of life as its primary mechanism mainly thrives on the proximity of known factors. Home is never ready for surprises. Comfort is always sought from the certainty of things around at home. It is always assured of the roles played by each life residing within those four walls. Hence the curiosity of unknown is always held on the other side of the door.
But it just took one small failure for home to truly realise the aspect of creativity. And the failure was him breaking down. It was only then home took resort to creativity before it could fall apart.
Vishal Puppala 