A Visit to My Second Home...

          A Visit to My Second Home...

  It is my monthly ritual to visit my second home, just the way others visit their nani’s house. I feel literally excited the moment messages start popping up in the group chat and, somehow, the plan finally becomes successful.

  Deciding and cancelling plans has become the best part of our journey. It was Sunday, 1st February, and the plan was to run out of the house and visit the place where our hearts truly belong. The real home—where there are no fancy tiles, no modular kitchens, and no materialistic show. Instead, there is a cool breeze, waves flaunting their pride, and city lights that silently witness many empty hearts. All of it, together, feels like home.

   This home carries peace within itself like nothing else. The black stones on the shore show their strength and tolerance. Tired of waves crashing over them, tired of people spitting on them—yet they choose to shine brighter than the hot, blazing sun.

   Many couples come here holding on to their “forever” choices. But will they really end up being forever, or is it just time pass? I shared this thought with my friend, and she answered with a simple no.

  Though the place was houseful of couples, my saheli and I simply sat, enjoyed our frankie and taco, and let time slow down. Then came the moment to click snaps—pictures that would last forever as memories created at my second home.

  This second home feels like hope, faith, and peace—things no mall can ever offer. The cool running breeze carries faith in God, whispering that one day this home will be filled with the lost.

   Time was running like an express train. I kept wondering—why is time running so fast? Wait… there is still time. I have patience in me. Don’t run. Wait.

   And then, it was time to return to the first home.