Miss the old house

Miss the old house
Today I am missing the old house where we all lived together and fought together, we all were together, eating, living and living life together, I miss that place a lot. My husband used to write in his room, fight the battle with life, open boxes and go through the old days, I remember all that very much. When the husband would come from outside and bring milk for the dogs. Used to call Bhuru and Timmy loudly by name. All the dogs would come running and whenever they went to the market, everyone would go to take them. Chotu used to go far to leave them, today no dog is with him. Only Bhuru and Jhunki are left in the village. Papa went away from us forever because separation from home and separation from the city broke him from within. There are only memories, they are felt in the sun and when I search their boxes, the old days come running and hold my hand.
Goodbye! The old days of the old house! Don’t miss it anymore because we have to stay here yesSometimes, over tea, I ruminate on the memories of those days. I will do it…