Tuesday, December 29
“Brick, cement and wood, can only be a piece of art but never called a home until we don’t dress it with emotions and love” said my grandmother, the time when I was about to start my new life. My wedding is an arrange type. I have to fly from Pakistan to London, a whole new world. I had been advised from the every member of my family what to do and what not to do.
It took about 8 hours to reach London airport, and an hour more to reach my new home. During the journey I had been thinking, thinking and thinking about a fairy life like in novels and stories. A perfect happy family tied in a bond of Love and togetherness. I know nothing but flooded my mind with random thoughts. I was so confused and perplexed about the new beginning.
During the whole journey my eyes were kept gazing my hands. And I heard a voice in car “only 15 min and we will be in home”. My breath turns so fast even I can hear the sound of my pulse. And few minutes later car stop. My door was open and I stepped out from the car. The grand, impressive and a luxurious wooden house in front of my eyes___ my house or a home, nothing, it’s my dream. I took a step towards the welcome door; no one was present there to welcome me. The very first time my heart shattered. My mother-in-law and everyone was in their room, only a house maid was there to guide me. I came into my room, and change my dress. I came out in the balcony and saw new crack of dawn, with the emptiness of warmth. This is only a building with DO NOT DISTURB broad. Everyone have their own life and set of rules. My big home turns into a hollow, empty vessel in which I can only hear my own voice.