The Homecoming

“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…

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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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