The growing faces with dreamy eyes
Unknowingly all are known
since the birth date marked my beginning
Their red hot place trying to stand upon pillars of
One thousand seventy
People say this number gives them a location mark of the place which I love, where all my yesteryears are buried deep. But do you believe that a limited value or a number can hold all the treasure of old things of individual and endless memories he made in his beginning there.
I don’t believe that a value which has a boundary, a limit, will be able to provide infinite information about that place as much as my mind and heart both hold on to.
Miles away from that place, learning how to earn a living in the new place which won’t be able to hold as much memories as my home is holding i.e. boundless. The reason behind it is, the trail of the bodies I left there during the beginning chapters of my life and the faces because of which, my mind and heart is able to act wisely during the emergency situations of my life.
Sometimes home can’t be defined by its number but by the faces which resides in your heart, it’s defined by a voice which makes you happier more than anything, a giggle and a honest laugh which gives a support to stand tough against the hard times.
But one day, in the silence, the old smoke of nostalgic stories will grow out of that place where a mother cooks food and these stories won’t be written on the newspapers, which a father picks up to read, not even with the old pencil with which a younger sibling does his homework.
These stories have already made a print on the walls of a red hot place i.e. heart and some of the memories are still doing the same job themselves. Sometimes I wonder which to consider heaven for my own either that place which has a number or that red hot place which has endless space. But I think I have got the answer that magical place which has no number and endless space to keep memories i.e. heart, that’s only my home.