The Feel

The Feel
The feel of going to your own city is something different.
The feel of going to city where you were born and brought up.
The feel of booking tickets for your hometown your city.
The feel of working in front of your computer and thinking about your leaving for your hometown.
The feel of thinking about meeting your friends after such a long time who will be waiting for you when you reach .
The feel of giving list of food items to your mom asking her to be prepared with these dishes.
The feel of your making list of some food joints to go where you use to hangout most of the time with your friends.
The feel of you talking in the language and tone in which your people of city speaks.
The feel of packing your bags for your journey to your city.
The feel of thinking about the places where you will roam around with your friends while you are traveling to your city.
The feel of waiting for your station when train is just two or three stations back.
The feel of entering your city with you waiting at the exit door and breeze touching your face.





The feel of the seeing the view and smell at the station which you have gone through a lot before.
The feel of siting in auto and talking with autowala about the city updates.
The feel of ringing bell of your door knowing your mom dad would be waiting inside.
The feel of seeing your mom dad’s wet eyes on seeing you after a such a long time.
The feel of a tight hug to your mom and dad after such a long time.

I don’t know but I am not able to describe these feelings. It just enriches me with happiness.It refreshes my mind. I feel Today I chose life.



“Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.”
–kevyn Aucoin