There wasn't a single week when i hadn't come back to my city from college , I had taken hostel there (The place was around 2.5- whatever hours from chandigarh) , Some times I had to wait for more than two hours for half an hour of distance in that scorching heat. You are lucky if you are able to get a seat in those buses and the one's trying to get in the bus keeping both hands in their pockets somewhat like me , They are in for something really big. For Girls and aged one's, I thought it was agonizing to stand all the way or getting dragged down everywhere , That broke me seriously.
My mother did pack my bag all those four years ( and even now ) , Everyone wondered why I brought such a full bag when I don't stay at hostel for more than 4 days , when I don't eat anything from the mess ? Or why do I travel so much back and forth from chandigarh to hostel. Mum always used to tell me which thing was in which pocket , Though she knew I was going to call her when I am not able to figure out anything. Papa always say , "When will he learn to do a thing , Don't do anything for him else i won't have dinner/breakfast/lunch"(Keeps changing) . Food , that is the only thing all of us use to make Mumma surrender , She can't see anyone of us skipping even a meal. I know I am not very responsible but I love the look on my Mom's face when I am about to leave and she hands me my bag , Such tenderness and amity I hope remains forever.
We can love anything and everything in this world , Love has much larger dimensions than many of us think. I love you.