You don't often realize their value until you stay away from them. I have done that for almost 2 years now and trust me it's a difficult thing...So here's presenting something which happens with me every friday when I make my trip from pune to my home in Navi Mumbai :) Hope you like it.
She waited, waited and waited endlessly
For any particular “thakeli” bus to arrive
In that rush of the so called “weekend public”, she stood
Waiting to go home, waiting to spend some time.
Her face, I saw, was just like mine
Enthusiastic, vibrant and fresh
Just the thing that a Friday evening does
It rejuvenates, it excites and it ends that wait.
That wait for the weekend and those 2 days
2 days with your friends and family
2 days of sleep, 2 days of good food
Oh those good ol’ 2 days
And finally that bus arrives after an endless wait
Pushing and shoving happens, almost like a local train
The “Mamaa” tells the driver…”Zaaoo Deyaa”
The lucky few get a seat while she doesn’t.
Disappointed, her endless wait stretches a little,
Still her face remains as fresh as a daisy,
Awaiting and almost reminiscing her last weekend
She has a wry smile, as innocent as a child.
Finally she manages to get inside the bus
I too luckily hop along.
Yes mom, I got the bus, I’ll be home soon
Her voice, all happy, excited and vibrant
And then, I see her again, her face a little disgruntled
Quite Opposite to what it was 2 days ago
That is exactly what a Monday Morning does to you
Makes for a gloomy, sad and a sleepy start.
But one thing I realize in all of this
It’s the family, friends and that surrounding
That makes one come back week after week
It’s not for anything that someone had famously said,
Home is where your heart is !
Thanks Shatabdi for asking me for my blog link…That thing made me write this :)