Homes are our storehouses of memories, conversations, and occasions. They are the witnesses of our failures and achievements, our fights, and patch-ups. They are made up of the smell of Sunday morning breakfasts and childhood birthday parties. They stood with us in all our decisions, good or bad. They contain the laughter and the tears of people we love. Our homes are not just a place, they are the story of our existence and life. Every episode of 'Meri Wali Home Story', takes you on a journey of discovering beautiful homes and the people who have poured their hearts into building them.
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There are lot of unforgettable memories & moments with my Younger brother Siddharth N Soni 😍
From playing with him to giving him punishment for not doing homework, from dropping him to school to waiting for him to pick me up, i wonder how time flies!
I still remember our first school picnic when we clicked this photo, back in 2008, he was shy then ( though he still is!😂) In fact i had to tell teacher to capture our photo & this is the best childhood photo memory & now, he's addicted to capture selfies more than me😒😂
My most cherished moments at home was with my Dad. I still remember i used to sleep peacefully on his Lap while listening to the sweet lullabies that he used to sing for me. Nothing in the world can replace that joy of sleeping in a Father's Lap. There is something about a father’s touch that is unmatched.
He used to stay awake all the night only to see that I feel comfortable and sleep soundly. Other thing I vividly remember is the bed time stories that he used to tell me and my sister. He would pick stories from the mythological epics such as Ramayana, Mahabharata and being the amazing narrator that he is, he would captivate us and intrigue our minds, our imaginations running wild..We would simply enjoy those stories. They would instill a sense of moral responsibility and awareness in our minds. He was always there for me through my childhood, be it me when I was a toddler who refused to sleep and then he would carry me on his shoulders and stroll outside until I fell asleep, even though he was exhausted by the day's work or be it those numerous trips and outings where he would again, carry me on his shoulders when I couldn't walk for long distances. Time is what he showered profusely on his daughters and looking back at those days, I can't be grateful enough for him being such an amazing dad. When I was in primary school, dad used to play cricket with me and my sister that too with a plastic bat and ball. My dad would hit hard and the ball would land away from our house. Then we three would go to fetch the ball and then play again. I remember my dad taking many pictures of me and my sis as soon as he got home from office. He used to play all board games with us. He would accompany us to all our competitions. He is a very cool person and those childhood memories spent with him at home are awesome and will be cherished forever
Siblings shares the same childhood & the same home. As a result, they share many of the same memories, hopes, and dreams. They are playmates at the beginning and best friends for life and I couldn't agree more. My kids as siblings are just like Tom and Jerry. They tease each other, knock down each other, irritate each other, but can't live without each other….
they may fight over a toy or a chocolate, but their love shining through, with every smile that they bring… together as friends, joy and laughter or tears and strife, holding hands tightly as they dance through life. I am reliving every moment of my childhood as my kids reminds me of me and my brother as children. It is a pleasure to see them bonding, loving, and playing with each other because the relationship with our sibling is something that most of us treasure forever in our lives. The times spent with our sibling, childhood days, the laughter, the fun, the fights all make happy memories.
Meghana Anup Gosher
We are three sisters Three sisters are we I love each of you, And I know you love me We're not always together, Life sometimes keeps us apart. But we're never separated We're in each other's heart. Now I know we've had our troubles, But we always get thru. The real message is you love me, And I also love you.
We have had lots of good times That we'll never forget Sometimes we worry And sometimes we fret But if God ever gave me Something special you see, It might have been the blessing of, Three sisters are we. The Lord above has gave me lots Of happiness and glee But the most special thing he did was Make us sisters, all three.
It was, when I was in class 9th and my younger sister was in 7th- We were growing up, big tall, sometimes playing some sort of strength games,, boxing bare handed till one skips, and fights to grab more portion of food. As I was elder so, I was more powerful than her, but I had been feeling, the way she was always looking for a day,,, when she could beat me up.
Hahahha And I always tried to avoid any conflict, because I was getting weak day by day, and she was getting stronger. And one day, she called name of me, and informed me that she ate all the remaining pasta which mom left it for me,and I angrily punched her, u know what she said - - haha, now I will show you. It was a 5 mint show, my mom went outside and locked the door from outside, we punched each other on head, slamming each other on bed, floor, one gets tired, it was a golden chance for other to smash the opponents head. Then my mom came with a stick, I dosed her, and ran outside, in last I punched her 15 times on her head, and after that day, we never fight, because we don't talk to each other. It was fun. Trust me I got the worst beating of my life. Hehe hehe
My home story : I really feel proud of my cute little family we hv unity n strength who every brick made up of love n care day by day.I really blessed n feel proud of my home.shsring a photo of my cutie princess.
My brother sister and me we used to gather at my Nani's house and we used to have fun out there. Playing many games with other children of the society. The games which we played were tug of war, pakdam pakdai, Hide n seek and many more. We used to go for night walks after the dinner and have icecreams over there. It was all fun in the days of my childhood. Eventually everyday was filled with a new adventure a new game a new food to eat. I miss all those days of my childhood.
90’s Childhood was full of fun and innocence. Mom switching off the fan to wake me up in the morning. Sometimes, being carried on my dad's back whenever I was reluctant to wake up. A school holiday, because the bus broke down, because it's too hot/cold today, because something-something happened. Who cared back then! It's a holiday.
Wrapping the towel around the neck and pretending to be superman. Waiting for my mom to come back from the market, to see if she bought me what she promised me she would. WWE was real. People actually beat each other to victory. My dad always told me I was bought from a supermarket. I actually believed him for many years. Ghosts existed to scold/punish notorious children and if you were doing some mischief, it would come to haunt you. That boost was what made Sachin Tendulkar such a great batsman. So I started taking boost too. Look where I am now! (Same with most of the commercials. I believed them to be actually real.) Pokemon. Oswald. Shaktiman. Noddy. Hannah Montana. The suite life of zack and cody. I could go on forever. Chilli paneer and black forest cake whenever I scored good marks in tests.
Mom telling me it's 10:00 when it's actually still 8:15, and how I would fall for it every single time. Sleeping early on Christmas, so that santa thinks I am a nice boy and then give me lots of gifts. Going out with my friends, not to attend parties, but to playgrounds to play. That doesn't happen anymore. Morning assembly in school. Distributing chocolates with my best friend in the classroom. Playing ‘Road rash’ on my Windows 98. Waiting for the summer vacation like crazy, because that was the best part of life back then. Crying whenever you didn't have something your way, without thinking about anyone judging you, and actually getting it done. (most of the times) Mom feeding me whenever I was mad or the menu was not for my liking. Throwing stones on the branches of the tree to gather some guavas. I was surprisingly good at it. First ball is always a trial ball. You can never get out.
If the ball goes into someone's house directly it's out, else it's - 2. (Growing up with an older brother means playing football and cricket as he hates doll) Forgetting to always do the homework, but the excuse being that I forgot to bring the notebook instead of actually doing the homework. Gooooooooooooood morrrrrrrrrrrrningggggggg teachhhhhherrrrrrrrr. The best song of my childhood. Not understanding what most of the things in the world meant. Just caring about permissions to go out to play, 10Rs to buy a chocolate roll, going early to block the window seat in the bus and wondering what dragonball z will bring next time. Life was practically and emotionally simple back then. My childhood was simple yet memorable and always wish to relive it again.
Meri bachpan wali home story in my parents ancestral home where a huge joint family lived together.. All festivals and celebrations together and very different from how we celebrate today. I remember when I was a kid, on diwali, I went with my dad on his scooter to buy mud diyas, puja material, mud toys and bowls covered in some pink paint, in which puffed rice and sweets were kept and given to us after the pooja...
whatever crackers we bought, we kept them in sunlight for few hours to get rid of moisture... memories still intact and nostalgic.... My home is my place, a place where I find peace, love and energy. It shows the world the real me. Its my soul space and my pride. I look forward to return to my home after office and relax on the floor, enjoy watching the ceiling and smile with the walls of my wonderland. My home is a place where I look forward to return even if I go to the best place in the world. It shares everything with me; my happiness, my sorrows, my struggles, my giggles.. The place where my daughter's cute smile and my husband's true care awaits me.. It gives the comfort of my mom's lap and my dad's strength to me...
Siblings-the definition that comprises love, strife, competition and forever friends.” – ..., Firstly I thank this beautiful siblings whom I owe my life, sisters is very special relationship in this world, In childhood we have enjoyed several hours of fun. Fighting, sharing each other, , I always fight alot with my siblings but still we can't live without each other, we always pity fights small things like food, TV remote, clothes every things.
My beautiful memory for my sister brought up for me is piano As I loved alot specially this piano , he gifted me for birthday I feel soo special at that time as it will be great birthday day gift❤️ I'm very much happy at that time , I'm having it with me now also & I can't forget that moment, I love you very much my sister he always fulfill my dreams & wishes without any judgement, Love u dear sister forever❤
I am proud of my home. My home is very small. But everything is very special to me. Because har saman me ma ki yad aati hey. Mera ek chota sa desk hey jo meri ma ne mujhe diya tha. Ye meri ma ka akhri gift tha. Mai mere home ko bohut pyar karti hu. Mere liye ehe vagban hey
Jasbir Singh Rautela
This is the picture of the room Iove the most in our house. This is the place my sister and I used to spend most of our summer holidays in. Your bachpan wali home story reminded me of those days again My sister is not with us in this world today but this room will always be dedicated to her.
We were a happy family ,but it just got completed when my dad brought in a small puppy. That pup was just sitting in the street and when my dad walked from there ,she just got wrapped around his feet and he bought her home. That day ,till now.. she is the part of our happy place .
I was born and brought up in Haldwani. It was just me, my parents and this huge house. It was our ancestral house that my father got from his parents. This house was located at the outskirts of the city of and hence there was lots of greens and very little traffic. And also so many dogs. You cannot step out of the house without a dog barking at you. It was so annoying.
My parents were both doctors so I was usually alone and I felt quite bored. This is one of the reasons why I never liked it there. There weren't any kids of my age in the nearby areas.
I used to go skating in the evening with some of the older guys of the area at the backside of our house. One of those days (almost 9 years ago), while we were out skating, one of my friends found a stray puppy lying in the bushes, eyes closed, wounded and almost dead.
I couldn't bear the sight of it. I picked him up and took him home with me. I put him in a carton box and left him in the living room. I anxiously waited for my parents to come home that day, calling them every hour.
They finally came home at around 8 pm. My father took the dog to a veterinary hospital 37 kms from our house. He came back 4 hours later, alone. Even though I hated dogs, seeing my father come home without him made me sad. I cried, while my father tried to tell me the whole scenario. Once I calmed down, my parents told me that the dog is fine and is admitted there. I felt so relieved. Next day I went to the hospital with my mom, and I finally got to take him back with me.
He stayed with us till he was perfectly fine and 1.5 months later he was fit to face the streets. We let him go. But as the luck would have it, he never left, he stayed right outside the our door. Always. I literally begged my parents to let me keep him. After 3 days of crying and requesting, they agreed.
From that day, we were inseparable. I named him 'Joy'. I would get restless in the school, waiting to see him again. He changed my life. He changed the definition of family for us. We were all always happy with him. He'd wake my father up at 5 every morning to play fetch, always guarded the house when mom was alone there, waited for me at the bus stand when I come back from school.
He made me fall in love with animals. I left home for higher studies last year. It was the hardest goodbye of my life. But I had to do it. I came back home in march this year, when the lockdown started. Felt like I got my life back again. Joy came to pick me up at the train station with my dad. We went for long drives together. We went to the dog parks. Unfortunately, Joy left us 2 months ago.
It has not been the same for me since then, but I know he'll always be a part of my life. And, I've not given up yet. I've now adopted all the strays near my house. Now I wake up to 7 'Joys' waiting for me to take them on a drive. And the best part is, my parents completely support me in this.
Maine bahut kuch sikha hai mere maa se , cooking, gardening, ghar ka kam bahut kuch, Maa Baba ko maine mere hath se khana banake khilaya, Sob Kam karte Mujhe acha lagta hai, Mujhe bahut Khush lagta hai 😀😀 Yeh sab Sikhane ke liye Thanks 🙏Maa❤️😍 ❤️❤️❤️ You Baba Maa
Our lives were going good, smooth and we didn't feel the lack of anything till this little angel came into our lives. It was not only a total turn in our lives but also made us feel that having a kid is a feeling that cannot be replaced with any other.
I thank God for giving us the gift of parenthood and making our home and family complete.
Prachi Dilip Jadhav
Every person existing on earth will eventually bid adieu someday. But while sojourning on this already beautiful planet, the lust for a heavenly place is quite inevitable. And why not, who doesn't wish to lead a cosy life in an ambience free from clutters and complexities?
The concept of heaven, as described by humans, is a place of supreme bliss. Such royal convenience is hard to discover elsewhere, except our HOME.
As others, I too look upon my home for one of my basic need, shelter, and sometimes even more than that !
It seems that a piece of heavenly land has bridged the gap between future and present to metamorphose into my home. Thanks to my father, who, with his love and care, did all possible things to maintain its calibre
Built by CIDCO (City and Industrial Development Corporation) in 1989, our home, a part of a durable building, has always offered us the warmth of care. Our building nestles in nature with tall trees encompassing itself. Such is our affection for this home that a day spent elsewhere seems like a day spent in captivity. Love has certainly resurrected this inanimate structure. It gleams when we smile, it weeps when we shed tears. It acknowledges our happiness and also acts as a salve in awful situations. Our home has bound us together with the cords of fondness. It stands firm with us in torments, in a way that, the problem looks minuscule before it.
Our home has taught us to dream big and has also given us the impetus to accomplish them. Today, I'm faraway from my home. But its loyal shadow of love has enabled me to attain summits as tall as its height. My appetence for returning to my humble abode has amplified now. With tears in its eyes and joy in its heart, my home has spread its arms, waiting to cuddle me once again.
I love you my home. We will never leave you alone in this world and we also know that you won't either. We dearly love you as you are. But If I could make you more beautiful and enrich your appearance, please accept it as my diminutive return gift for the love and affection which you've selflessly bestowed upon us. I'll do everything possible to reinforce and sustain our relationship till my last breath
Thank you for being an ineluctable part of our life !
In this quarantine, I have enjoyed every second with my family. Every single moment has become memorable. After 5 years, I have spent so much time with my family. In today's time we do not spend time with our family. I have spent so much time with my parents after a long time because just because of quarantine, this time is the golden time for me, which I will always remember.
I made different types of dishes for everyone. After a long time I also met my old friends, because I stayed in my house after a long time due to the lockdown.
In July, my elder brother and sister-in-law had their 4th wedding anniversary. After 2 years, I joined their anniversary and I decorated the house myself to celebrate their anniversary and made different dishes for them so that I could make their one day memorable.
These 4 months have become very memorable for me and this is my quarantine wali home story.
Home is not just were you eat , sleep and play ,it is the heart and soul of our childhood. I remember my home where I was born, the place Where I laughed and cried. Living in a Joint family was fun as you can share all your emotions with your siblings. After getting married, i shifted to gurgaon where we live in a rented apartment and call it our little abode.
It is not similar to the childhood house but has its own aura. This lockdown made me realise the true value of a home. On the happy side, I tried my hands on balcony garden and even cooking which made the lockdown more enjoyable. Everything has its pros and cons . I believe this lockdown has brought me more of the good side of home.
As home is the only place where you feel the safest.
As there is no limit of having a Dream, similarly there is no age bar for LEARNING..
Everyday gives us another chance to LEARN something NEW but due to our heavy working schedules we hardly get any time to learn something.. But this pandemic situation has given me so much to learn and realize..
Staying at home due to this quarantine has made me realised how much work my mom does 24x7 to ease our life.. So this lockdown period, I am getting up early in the morning with my mom and helping her with the daily chores of household work.. I am accompanying my son in flying kites and playing carrom.. I am also playing different types of board games with my family.. I am also boosting up my passion of Gardening once again by planting new saplings and making various soil mixtures. I am watching movies and having lunches and dinners with my family keeping out my phone and laptop away..
So the Biggest Lesson that this Lockdown has taught me is,,," THERE IS NOTHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN FAMILY --- MY FAMILY IS MY FIRST PRIORITY!! Due to my hectic work pressure I have quite neglected my family but now I have realized my mistake..
So after this temporary lockdown gets over and LIFE IS GOOD, I will make sure that ME AND MY FAMILY ENJOY OUR LIFE TO THE FULLEST AND WE CREATE LOVELY MEMORIES TOGETHER LIKE WE HAD IN THE QUARANTINE!!!
While a lot of people like homes they grew up in or got married into, the place I am most attached is our ancestoral house in Uttarakhand. This is so not only because I have memories attached to going there in vacations and meeting my cousins but also because of a feeling of purity and freedom. Both of them are distant feelings. Both of them are not a combination.
But imagine feeling free on top of a mountain, to breathe as much as you can to see as far as you can and to believe that you are a part of nature. This combined with a sense of purity that the environment puts into your thoughts along with the lungs. You feel clear headed, motivated and can have clear conversations with your true self.
That's the beautify that my house holds and this is my Pahado Wali Home Story.
Every moment spent with my family in this quarantine is memorable,, And I bet these memories are going to be extremely special and cherishable. Lots of Fun filled moments with my son, As he is all decked up to kill the coronavirus with his toy gun.. My husband is surprising me with his baking skill, He is cooking with me and giving me a lovely feel.. I am also astonished to see him sharing my load,,
With him by my side I can cross the toughest of road.. Making mini dish gardens and exploring my creativity,, It's like boosting my moral and increasing my positivity... Cooking my family's favourite dishes is what I am enjoying the most,, Enjoying the lockdown period with them being a superb host.. In love with my pet who is a bit camera shy,, But playing and having fun with him is raising our spirits high... All of these is what I call as My Golden Time,, My family being Sweet as Sugar and I am Sour as a Lime!!!!
Pushkar Padhaniya Yadav
Hello everyone We bought our new house in 2014. And I instantly got attached to it because I never felt this was not our HOME from the very beginning. The reason was that this home brought our family together. Previously my father used to stay in Rajasthan because of his work and we only met him on alternate weekends and one of my sisters was in Mumbai doing her PG.
So the family used to be at one place very rarely. But this home changed things like magic. My father got his work in Delhi only so he started staying at home and both my sisters also got placed in great organisations. We started having two meals a day together, all of us at one place. And this somewhere was a very special feeling for me. And then in this Home only both my sisters got married and our family just went on getting bigger and better than ever before. Makaan toh sabko mill jaata hai magar ghar naseeb walon ko he milta hai aur mjhe iss makaan mien, apna GHAR mill gya.❤️
My brother was born during Diwali and we bought this new home. Mom carried him in her arms all bundled up. He was the best gift I could have asked for. I am elder to.him by 12 years. He was my best buddy. Today he is all grownup, working in another city. Every Diwali he visits home making Diwali Glitter and glowing more bright. This Home is My World
I am doing my B.tech from a huge university in Noida. I shifted here to do higher studies from Rajasthan. I had to leave my family, friends, room, house and comfort. But we are prepared for it since we grow up enough to take charge for our careers. What I wasn't prepared for was leaving my pet back. He came into our house when I was 16 and we have been inseparable since then.
I stopped going to maternal uncles place during summers because I didn't want him to be alone. I didn't go for my school trip for him. Leaving him and coming to Noida was extremely painful for me. I avoided people, didn't make friends and only kept counting days till I could go back to him. One day I had bunked my classes and was lying on my bed, sad and depressed when I heard a small puppy crying. I ran to the balcony and saw this little black pup confused and scared. I ran downstairs, picked the puppy up and hugged him tight. He also stopped crying. Both of us were no more scared, depressed or lonely. He has been my friend since the last 3 years in Noida and sometimes sneaks into my hostel room too. He gave me Motivation and purpose to study when I was totally dejected. He gave me the comfort and love I had back home. I plan to take him with me, wherever I go next and make a new home with him. And yes, I named him HOPE!
No matter how bad my day was, no matter how bad I smell, or look – my dog will always greet me as a demigod. No one can ever be as happy to see me as my dog. Greasy forehead, sore ankles, and a dull headache, traffic-jammy ride home from a long day at work. Dragging myself to the door my stomach
rumbles and grumbles as I picture the bland food I am gonna have for dinner. Yeah, the day got me down, the day knocked me out, but suddenly I unlock the door and my mood zooms sky-high as there’s a loving and waiting BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK.
This is probably one of my favorite moments. My dog Charlie is a therapy for me. I love coming home to my Furbaby. No matter how crappy my day may have been, he’s always there squirming out of control with excitement…That’s my JOYFUL HOMECOMING
No matter where I go, home will be the place where I ultimately want to be because of the lovely bond that I share with my family. Home is where the people who care for me and the ones I care about are. It is the place where I find my family to love. It is the place that I feel absolute freedom and this is probably because of the good vibrations that exist here.
My home is the one which transmits tranquility where I can feel comfortable and where I want to stay inside more than outside spending time with my family. Spending happy moments here with my family is what I like the most as it is the perfect place to bond, laugh, feast and make memories that will last forever. To me it is very important to feel at ease in my home and this is where I recharge my batteries for a new and cheerful day. It is the only place where we truly enjoy ourselves and feel the real bliss of heaven. I love to sit back with a cup of coffee and chill in peace as it is the perfect place to relax, unwind and reflect on the simple joys of life. My home instantly connects with my inner voice to make me feel that, this is just where I want to be all my life.
Homes are always an inspiration. They nudge you to recreate magic in your space. A home is a dream for us all & when we finally get down to building it, there's no stopping the artist within. My husband and I love and create a space that is a true embodiment of our aesthetics & unique choices. A beautiful home can uplift moods & give a pleasant feeling to those living in the house.
My most favorite place at home is my bedroom room. For me it is the spot of earth supremely blessed…a dearer spot than all the rest…where I feel at ease, where I belong. It is where family stay together, enjoy together & lives happily forever. It’s the place I can truely relax Before lockdown, construction was going on in my home….two wall holes were left to be repaired in my bedroom .. And did makeover of my bedroom room with all the things available at home…. also placed my quirky lampshade and complete my modern bedroom look . Every nook fills my heart with cheer. , . Time to dust again. Time to caress my house, to stroke all its surfaces. I think of it as a kind of lovemaking …the chance to appreciate by touch what I live with and cherish. We shape our dwellings, and afterwards, our dwellings shape us.
I belong to the Shimla of before concretisation. I have lived in Shimla of 1980s when population was scarce and nature bloomed in abundance. During those days, humans were thankful for the natural resources and didn't exploit them. Today, when I have been living in Delhi for last 12 years. It has been 12 years since I left my ancestoral house in Shimla.
But every rainy season brings a vague feeling of missing my city, the trees and our house. A big wooden cottage surrounded by trees and greenery all around. Trees that belonged to nature and befriended humans. I remember every afternoon, when my parents went off to take a nap, slipping out of the house and leaving peanuts for squirrel out in our yard. Every rain in Delhi remind me of those days and I wish so bad to go back and relive those memories.
Here is my 'Meri Wali Home Story'. I am practically born and brought up in Delhi. I am born and raised in the same house. But in the midst of growing I started dreaming about having a perfect house, a perfect family and a perfect partner. That's where I took the initiative to redecorate my home. I live in a 3 bhk bunglow floor having a huge garden and a living room hall.
Being a person who just loves to spend more time alone, I just needed my personal space from where I can work and create content for my YouTube channel. I started with getting my home repainted and fixing few broken furniture pieces. I wanted my space to have more of an artistic and vintage vibe. So whenever I am traveling, I pickup souvenirs from each place for my space. Coming from a wise man, It's the people who make a space feel like home. So redecorating the home has always been a collaborative project here in my family.
So here's my 'Meri Wali Home Story' or I should say 'Meri YouTuber Wali Home Story'
I distinctly remember the house I grew up in. There is an old banyan tree in our front yard. It has been there since before my Grandmother got married and came into the house. The tree has witnessed generations of our family grow, recording every laughter, fight, and conversation.
I was sent to a boarding school in Mumbai when I was 15. I am 30 today, and I never got
a chance to go back to Kolkata and revisit my childhood memories, since my parents also moved with me.
Last year I joined a famous designer's studio as a procurement manager. Since they knew my Bengali ethnicity, they decided to send me to Kolkata for my first project. I was happy at first, but eventually, the realization that a huge void is going to be filled inside me made me feel overwhelmed.
Within a week I found myself in Kolkata, standing right outside the huge gate of our house, with the banyan tree, my old friend peeking at me. I went inside, met my relatives, freshened up, and after I was relieved from everyone's questions, went on to explore the house. With every step, my tears lumped inside my throat. I finally reached my friend, the banyan tree. I sat on the porch built under the tree and habitually started scribbling on it. A sudden feeling of Deja Vu engulfed me and I started looking for my scribbling on the porch.
After almost 15 mins of an extensive search, I found it. I had written this note for the banyan tree on the night previous to my departure for the boarding school.
"I will come back to you".
A sudden rush of tears took over me and I could not hold myself from crying like a child after years.
It was the purest love I had felt in my life. My love for my banyan tree.
I was moving out of my parent's house for the first time. It was difficult also because I was moving to a different country altogether. I was being sent to Germany by my company on a product development program. My family and I were pretty apprehensive about the food, climate, and people there. I was sure I would not like it, but I had to go.
My first few months in Germany were absolutely opposite to what I had imagined. My manager Mr.Iyer had managed to form a family in his team. I was well accepted there. So much so that I never felt like going back to India.
6 years in Germany, working with the same company I feel like at home now. Last month I bought the house I loved in my neighborhood. My parents are shifting with me finally and will be landing in a few days. The best part of the house? - I somehow managed to get our house designed and furnished the same way they had in India.
It is a surprise for them. Let's see how it works out!
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