Globetrotters
they were; when beaches and mountains beckoned they complied; gathering rich layers
of learning that only travel can teach.
The sun-soaked sand called out to the glistening waves to come and sit beside it for a conversation. The waves readily agreed but promptly returned in time.
So did the travelling clouds that rested its tired soul
against the lap of the motherly mountains, only to head out re-energized to
their destination.
Soon, the warmth of the hearth, familiar smells, a mother’s benign
touch allured and eventually the globetrotters too returned to where they
belonged.
It’s always home, isn't it?
Word count :100
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100 words written in response to the prompt at Write Tribe " it does feel like home, doesn’t it?"
Nice take Uma. Very poetically written.
ReplyDeleteTrue, home is always where the heart is!
The thought was triggered by my own experience where I long to be outdoors when after a while I long to get back home to the familiar routine :-)
DeleteHome sweet home.. and home is where the heart is always
ReplyDeleteBikram's
yes, Bikram :-)
DeleteSuch a lovely one. Its always home indeed!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Red! btw, did you find out what happened to Ammu? :-)
DeleteIt always is home :) All the world can just not match the wonder of the mom's lap :)
ReplyDeleteTrue, Shailaja! :-)
DeleteIt's always home, a lovely phrase. Great take!
ReplyDeleteAnd, I'm so glad to find a deluge of your comments on all my posts, Keirthana..so nice of you :-)
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