“Home, home, is where I wanted to go”
I’ve got a half a page left to be written…
I’ve got two spoons of Mishti Doi yet to be eaten…
I’ve got to finish sketching the best scene I’ve ever beheld…
I’ve got to watch the last half of Ritu-Da’s that movie you so love…
A notebook. A pen. An earthenware. A disk.
Yet my car seems empty.
What if the rain washes the road away before I reach?
What if the light dims before I find a way?
What if this is the end of the day?
What if …
It’s on days like this that I miss home.
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Meghna is currently a student at the Department of Sociology, St. Xavier's College, Kolkata. She has been a contributing author in two anthologies- Tales to Tell: Romance and Bengal Write Ahead. She is a senior associate in the Post Production Team at The Indian Economist and has been a fellow at Vh1, India. She has interned at Hindustan Times. She has written for Café Dissensus Blog, India Resists, Five2One Magazine, Youth Ki Awaaz and Campus Diaries. Apart from being a voracious reader, she is a spoken-word poet and music enthusiast. She writes live-blogs at the Kolkata Literature Festival and loves interviewing authors. She likes tea, people and dogs.
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