Everything~ my furniture, boxes of my clothes, dishes and other stuff was loaded into my black toyota 4 runner and my friend Niharika's Chevrolet truck. I was very tired, from past few hours as i was loading the stuff continuously into the vehicles. My other friends Harji, harpreet helped me with moving . The moving is the pain in the ass. I was very desperate to leave the place and grab some food and cold beverage on my way back home to Santa Rosa.
Finally, it was time to say good bye to my home (my apartment). My apartment which is located at second floor of the old building of Acadian properties in North Davis.I went upstairs to lock my apartment and take the final pictures....i stood at the entrance door and quietly looked at the empty apartment. Three years n half years ago i came to live in this apartment. At that time, this apartment was occupied by my older brother. Leaving alone with my older brother was challenge because we are two different people with different schools of thoughts.
There were times when we had terrible fights and also the times..... when my bro used to make italian pasta for me~ since thats the only thing he knew how to make :). I used to sit on kitchen counter top and study while he used to cook for me. The times when we used to argue on the current events or....have debate on stem cell research in which he was involved. The times when we criticized each other and the times when we watched superbowl (soccer) together and cursed at raider for losing..lol!! The time when our mom, dad and all our relatives came to visit our apartment when my bro graduated with Honors in Molecular Biology. The two years ago when he left me alone in this apartment and went to medical school for his further studies. My life in this apartment for two years had been great. It wasn't my just apartment#7.... only but my HOME AWAY FROM HOME.
Standing on doorsteps... "huh....time to find another home" i uttered. Certainly, i had Deja vu...i have experience the exact same feelings before....6 years ago...while leaving my house in ludhiana, India, where i lived since my birth. I clearly remembered how much i cried when i was leaving my home in India....my house in india was not very big house......But the walls of those house speak the stories of my childhood and my adolescent. Suddenly i felt quite low and emotional, ...because i wasn't sure where i was gonna live from now on...will i be able to find another home for myself that was the question? "Shelly" , niharika called. "Time to hit highway before it gets too busy"...and i step down the stairs to my car....and drove away....from my ex-home...in search of new home...!
~A Homesless Bird...
2 comments:
nice post! You should be a book writer or something, seriously a very good post!
i dunno if deja vu also includes d things v feel in our subconcious mind or whyl half asleep (wont call dem dreamz)..
bt i hav experienced certain things vich hav finally cum true or were juz abt to b true n sumhw dey didnt happen.
will share one experience though i remember loads of dem. once i was jz relaxin in ma couch n suddenly i decided to go out fr a bike-ride bt ma mom discouraged me to do so cz it was d tym of winters bt i insisted n i went out, n juz wen i stepped out i had a feelin dat sumthin wrong wud happen lyk an accident or sumthin.
i drove slowly enjoyin d chilly breeze n dunno hwcum i juz started drivin on full throttle n den wen i was juz abt to overtake a truck, d driver opened up d window n i juz closed ma eyes cz i knew it wud strike ma head bt sumhow d driver juz closed it in tym n i was perhaps saved by a fraction of a second. now dis happened wen i was stayin wid ma parents.
bt now today itself d same thing happened, i was drivin @ 90kmph cz i was gettin late fr ma job n exactly d same thing happened bt dis tym i wasnt so lucky to get away. d door struck my shoulder n it hurt real bad. n i was immediately reminded of d incident dat happened at ma home 4-5 yrz back.
it hapnd arnd 10hrz back n till now i m unable to move ma shoulder.. lol
DEJA VU perhaps..
god blezz
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