::::::::: Its My LifE :::::::::

I miss it very much. I always wait for weeks, planning things out, as to what I would do when I will go home and then time flies by and its time to come back. Once here I miss it…….so much that I cant put it into words.
I love the small things that happen
# Ma waking me up in the morning
#Having ginger tea in the morning……..at the hostel I never have the morning tea, its just water
#Sitting in the garden doing nothing
#Playing with Puchku (my niece)
#Having home-made food, earlier when bhai used to come home I never understood what was the big deal about ghar ka khana……now I know its simply the best in the world
#Talking about the extended family…….getting updated
#Ma scolding me on my mistakes
#Just having a nice laugh, the topic need not be that funny, but its just great to laugh with people u love
#Talking for hours at night with di before falling off to sleep

Home is just too good, I think it’s a great thing that I am away, because when I was at home I never realized how very important it is………its like when u have something u don’t appreciate it, u just take everything for granted but when its no longer there u realize its real value…….