Home is definitely where the heart is

In this new age, almost every house has one person who lives far far away for various reasons. Whether it is the software engineer son who is sent away for a two-year stint to the states or some random country in Europe or the rather simple daughter who gets married to one and tags along with the IT husband living abroad, or the foreign loving youth who want to earn a degree in one of these places, or simply a person who just wants to live away from India, we all have such kind of people as relatives,friends and neighbors. And every time one or many of these people come back home, we hear them say how much this city of Madras has changed and one always ends up comparing to the life in the new country. And it doesn’t stop there, every thing seems big and special. For e.g, a cup of filter coffee or being at easy access to so many good Indian restaurants or simply looking at movie posters while driving by. Ok, I think I will make a small correction to one of the things above, yes I am a filter coffee mad. And it is awfully special for me when I get to have the best of it. So, like filter coffee, we all have so many things that we are attached to. We simply miss it while we are away and crave for it.But when returning home becomes an occasion, it makes you want to notice the things you probably never remembered it existed in the first place. I do not know how many of us feel this way, but over the years, I have become one curious little(I know I am not little but I just like to think so in my head)cat that is constantly lurking around corners of my home simply to feel how it used to feel while I lived here once upon a time ago.

It is the things that we all love about our homes which is different but all of these feelings may well hold true to any of us visiting home in any part of the world. Because, home is where our hearts belong to originally. If you are reading this while you are back home, then I only want to remind you to cherish every bit. While, if you are some one who is about to visit home or someone who is lucky enough to be living close to/in your own house from the time you were born, then remember to take a quite little walk around and notice every darn thing with no real purpose for you may end up picking pieces of your heart from corners that you were once fond of as a child.

Oh dear, what a sentimental freak of a post! As it is said in Tanglish(Tamil+English), “ellam oru flow la varardhu” which kind of means speaking in a manner of flow without thinking deeply. In this case, its precisely me speaking just happy-tear-filled gibberish.

And I am breaking my rule of leaving you with recipes at the end. Here are a few shots from different corners of my (parents) home. House blog 1house 2.jpg

 

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6 comments

  1. Love it and I can relate to this completely. Ahhh Filter kaapi tell me about it. Dunno if I can live without it. Loved all the pictures. That tulasi maadam is great. Between I too call madras. Madras nu sonna dan namma ooru feeling varudu.

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    1. Hello Srividhya,

      Thanks a bunch for stopping by to read first of all. And I am ever so glad you loved it and of course even more happy to know you love filter kaapi too. It’s one of those things that makes my day better and brighter. I am sure you feel the same. And thanks for liking the pictures too. And you are right, Madras sounds rather warming than chennai.

      As a side note, I am actually hoping to post a pasta recipe for your event 🙂

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