The Homecoming

We were back from a gruelling stint at the hospital. It was so comforting to step into the house; almost like a " grihapravesh " as if we were starting life once again. The familiar warm comforting space which engulfed all of me. Every nook & corner of  the house beckoned to me as if to say it missed our presence & likewise. There was a lump in my throat as I stood grateful to get a new lease to life. Home is truly where the heart is.
Not a single visitor was allowed coupled with a stack of hardcore restrictions....this deal was much better than the roller coaster ride of emotions at the hospital. Coming home was treading  on familiar territory and that was half battle won. The strategy was to take one day at a time to tick mark all the to do's on the list in order to smoothen out all the rough edges of the given situation.
After everyone was fast asleep I did the unthinkable. Ordered a tiny cake for myself before the clock struck twelve, almost like Cindrella. I did feel like a princess though coz it was my birthday... only thing was instead of glass slippers ,there were a pair of weary feet & Prince Charming was tucked into bed fast asleep.
With a huge chunk of cake in one hand I picked up the pen & words began to flow.
They say that in trying times you can unearth a hidden treasure, something that has been dormant over the years, lost in layers & layers of passing years, the good ,the bad ,the ugly ,which have added the grey to the hairs & wisdom to the age, to reconnect to the joy of writing, to penning down simple thoughts as vividly as possible, the richness of experiences & challenges that only a mighty pen can capture.
I raised a toast to myself to let the pen do the talking, to capture the slice of life as I stood unshakable in life by God's grace, saying " bring it on "