I just come back from my father's home.Yes;my FATHER'S HOME. Sounds weird ,a home that has been mine from the last 26 years now it is related to me just because it is owned by my father.
It happens all the time,with every girl /woman.(technically a married girl is a woman yet not ready to leave the title of girl) ).
But now it happened to me and I experienced how it felt.The place was like before,dressing table,book shelf, cupboard,kitchen,etc etc etc.but my things were not there.dressing table missing the shades of lipstick i usually put on as it is in the use of my sister.Besides this i have brought all the stuff with me at he time of wedding.the book shelf was getting deserted day by day as during every visit i bring one or two with me.
kitchen is not ion way I used to keep it.salt,chili powder,garam masalah, turmeric powder,every thing has changed its place.may be this is the feeling known as displacement.
But I do promise with my own self that this displacement will never make a distant entity neither my relations.