@Home-Feel the "MAGIC IN THE AIR"..:D

Where do we find even bitter almond( karela :P) sweet…?
Where can we tolerate even the boring saas-bahu serials…?
Where can we roam abt in d streets like a vagabond ….?
Where can we get licence to sleep out and break the record of khumb karan….?
Where can we fight with our brothers and sisters without being accused of ragging..?
Where  are we secure from complixicty and  delusory world outside..?
Yup d answer to all is
..Home sweet home ...” J
Well mine 2 nd half months is full of above contents.Every second of my stay have been a roller coaster ride.Thanks to my parents,family members,brother and my dear friends.
Honestly speaking I didn’t did a single piece of productive work.Read few nouvels out of which “the monk who sold his Ferrari”seemed magnificient.(u can try tht too).Visits from my relatives kept my holidays alive.However my vacations revolved around my lappy(fb,blogging) and cricket(tht too perished when monsoon arrived).Roaming with friends,visiting almost a dozen marriage receptions and sleeping filled the remainder.Infact I slept like a CHAMPION :P.Khumbkaran watching from hell,will we proud of me.Even the loudest voice of my parents didn’t vibrated my ear drum. This time ,Explored more of Dumka(my current resident),,wandered from chotu nath (a temple 12 km from city) to Kurwa( so called park ) on my Khatara bike.I have a soft corner for my bike.It is seeing the last stages of his life,,and often gives up.Nevertheless, it takes me “To the Infinty and beyond”(Aanath se bhi aage).

me in kurwa .

Now on the very last day,I sum all this exciting moments.The visit rejuvenated me.I have been missing my college and friends too,and am going to give them all“JADDU KI JHAPPI”.
And also as said “Forbidden fruit is the sweetest”..Our longing to come back to our native places makes these vacations even more ecstatic.So it’s time to  return to our alma mater.The gratifying moments and the bleesings of our loved one ,which we take back ,will keep us “Going”..

“Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,

Be it ever so humble ,there’s no place like home”
Gar Firdaus rōy-e zamin ast, hamin ast-o hamin ast-o hamin ast.

Means
“If there is a paradise on earth, it is this, it is this, it is this.”.I think writer of this quote must had kashmir(this is written on the grave in a park of Kashmir) as his Home.He also felt the “MAGIC IN THE AIR”.