That Home in My Heart

a reflection after today’s conversation

I couldn’t give them that attention today, the reason I was editing something when they called me up and suddenly the conversation shifted to Home. He asked me what should I do about it, suddenly everything stopped for me, I am bad with consoling, I didn’t had those words which he wanted to hear and I am too far be with them when are shattering quietly.

So I told him to talk my sister maybe she will guide him. How can I tell him what to do with that home which still has some remanent of memories, that home which reminds me of Indian summer and those mangoes soaked in water, that home where love means food and we have collected memories in each room.

How can I tell him to let go that home.