6 June 2020

Home

I am home

But I do not feel at home.

And you are just 118.6 km from here

Lying on your bed,

Yawning and scratching your nose

While going through your Facebook feed.

The weather is as confused as a

17-year old me -

You pull up the covers, kick it aside the next moment.

I do not wish to be on your side there.

I wish to be back in Bangalore,

I could have gone to your room,

Opened your wardrobe which still has your clothes,

Your shoes and bags.

I would have sniffed them.

A sniff of you would have been enough.

That is home for me.