Displacement
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.
Comments
If a boy also after joining service has to stay away from parental home, he too would say the same that he has just returned from parents house, isn't it? Home is where your heart is. I am sure your heart is where your husband is. So this is your HOME and that is your MAIKA now. Also when boy who has to stay away due to his service gets married, that becomes HOME for his wife while on leave she visits in-laws house.
Take care
Play off the Page
I like your blog.
A common saying here for country kids and future:
"How can you get them back on the farm once they have seen gay Paree"
Your approach is very realistic.my hudband is also leaving away from his native home.but he likes leaving in capital while I am very nostalgic.
Yes I am visitor.yet I want to comfort them more than a visitor.
Thanks sir
@ purvi
I will try to enjoy this change.
@ goatman
Your comment reminded me Blake' s poem in which old people watch children playing and recall their times..
Denise
I got more a sense of nostalgia than displacement, a reflection of how your life is changing. The home is where you grew, were nurtured, is a part of you, and will go with you wherever you are regardless of whether you ever go there again.
I, personally, take this kind of sentiment - happy, sad, and other important memories of a place, with me wherever I go, but I strive to recreate happiness for each stage of my life in a new place too, built from the blocks of life. It might just be your father living there now, but, I would think, that it will always be considered your family home; that which raised you.