The ‘at home’ feeling
I found the answer, you won’t believe it, on my phone the other day. I was just flipping through some pictures taken mindlessly on my phone of various corners of my home. These images, surprisingly, captured those little things that have been a part life – some are new, some are decades old, some are gifts, some are just necessities – but all are equally intrinsic. I realize if I remove these little corner- treasures from home, it goes back to becoming a house.
What I am trying to say here is that these are the things that make you feel at home. You could move into a fully furnished apartment with all amenities, may be even better than what you have in your own abode, but as much as you might enjoy the comforts, you miss certain things like, may be, your study lamp that you have had since your childhood, or that not-so-charming flower vase that is as old as you. These things are replaceable, but actually, they are significant in a way that you sometimes over look. That old, wooden chest of drawers that you search from top to bottom anytime you lose anything (sometimes even your heart!) with a hope that you would find it in there – yes, that makes your house a home.
Below are some of those pictures that helped me reach my conclusion.
|Wind chimes that go unnoticed on a regular day but sometimes they feel the need to make their presence felt with a soft sound against an evening breeze.|
Some unnoticed corner of the house that has been the same since time immemorial. You don’t know if it can look any different. You don’t even feel the need to alter it. It’s not worth your time to arrange it any other way. But it’s important the moment it’s not there. When it goes missing – it leaves a void.
Books. Old books. New books. Piles of them. Stacks of them. Hundreds of them. You never leave them and, somehow, they never leave you either.
And lastly, some things you have for the keeps. You may not be in touch with those people who were a significant part of your life at some point, those who you have regretfully parted ways with. But you never parted ways with things they gave you. Because sometimes, you don’t need a closure.