The Place I Call Home

Its strange how much I miss that place. I've tried ignoring that familiar pain of separation more than once..but it haunts me everytime I long for a little stability in a life that's prone so often to sudden, disruptive and very permanent chaos. Forget an emotionally stable life, is geographical stability too much to ask as well? I wish for those never-ending long lanes lit with their dim lamps after sunset, like strings of fireflies lighting up the infinite skies. I try enjoying the greenery that's now in abundance around me but end up thinking subconsciously of golden brown landscapes dotted with dusty floating greens that get camouflaged in it's shimmering sea of gold. I dream of those long walks in bright sunlight which beats down on you but never burns. It feels like I've left a part of my soul there. Which isn't surprising, considering it was there that I first truly fell in love and where I'd experienced the most painful heartbreak uptil date. I'd spend hours struggling to find stars which hid behind buildings in their desperation to avoid my gaze. It made me mad at the time but I now understand that they were just trying to help the fool who'd stuck her head too high up into the clouds to see how deep she'd have to fall once the illusions had faded. It was the beauty of the City which assisted the stars in their mischievous game of hide and seek. Something I'm now immensely thankful for. I can never appreciate the place that saw me being born into the world...not as much as the 'concrete jungle', which helped me find something precious that I'd risked losing forever.