home away from home.....

Is there anything such as a home away from home???????
Or is it only a house away from home..The dictionary describes a home as a place where ones' affections are centered, and a house is a place of shelter. Coming to think of it we all hope to get away from home every now and then, and I am particularly guilty of wishing myself to be somewhere else..but what happens when we actually get what we want? Are we happy? Are we satisfied? Does something that we have waited for ages still seem fabulous? does it still have that sheen around it after the initial event has worn off????? Well Yes to few and No to fewer probably.

For me its a Yes and a No, because I can never do without being unsure... :)

So I am in Wigan now for an extended period of time (I have no idea when I will be back to India for even a short amount of time). I have come to place without TV( we have a Tv that plays four channels two of which are news channels so that doesn't count), espically for me who needs to idiot box to be on all the time...even when Im not watching ITS AUDIO-visual you see.


With not many people here nor many places to hang around (Barista.....you still remain my true love ;)) is hard for a gal like me who is used to speanding the evenings sipping a cafe frappe or a cappuccino...starting to settle down looking at the clear gray sky with my elaichi chai and wondering how long before I can go to a place where I can fine smileys and hearts beautifully stirred for moi...

Wigan is an absolutely serene place, which I should like right because I am Serena, lemme see I might just love this place in a couple of months(eagerly looking forward to it!!!)...Travelling around as in going beyond Wigan is always the greatest thing to happen to me...

Coming back to the topic..Ive been here for a month now and it does not feel like home, it is still my house, my room is my home, not the other rooms in the house. Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule. May be it will in sometime may be it will not, none the less I STILL HAVE TO LIVE HERE with my new love my laptop and the world of my family and friends who I'l keep pinching, irritating, teasing and loving.


Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms