Nostalgia

Stillness filled the place Only the muted shuffle of my slippers interupted the heavy silence. The sights, the sounds and the home battered at my memory, echoed in my mind. Their faces and smiles reflected in the mirror of my brain. As I stood at the window, the sight of the pastel blooming flower in the park made me open the pane. I heard chirping birds- that pleasantly stilled my inner turmoil And disrupted the silence. An urge hit me to go out And absorb the blessings that were beginning to melt my loneliness... I missed my family back home. Indeed, there's no place like home.