Monochromatic Perceptions

They say, "home isn't a place, its a feeling." And I can't disagree with this statement at all. You stay within the four walls of your room feeling secured because home is supposed to be the safest place in the world. But being safe and being confined have two different meanings. A place where one cannot talk about the ill mental health they are suffering through because parents who are supposed to be our savior are unable or should I say don't want to understand what their child is going through. A place where a person is sabotaged repeatedly but no one speaks about it in the name of family. A place where one's efforts aren't appreciated enough but one keeps on doing them anyway in the name of duty. A place where people don't want to stay and feel they don't belong there, but stays anyway in the name of responsibility.  For me, home is nothing but a person whose face makes you forget all the unfair means of the world. With whom you don't nee

While coming back home from college,I choose to walk home alone along those empty streets which are left undiscovered. As I walk down the streets, I witness strings of houses with closed doors and windows   implying that people are giving their afternoon sleep after having their patent Bengali lunch ,the "Dal chawal". I see stray dogs , resting in the limited shed they get. The world looks at ease and it seems like there's no rush. The shops are closed , the vehicles are limited,people on the streets are numbered and there's me breathing peace in those solitary afternoons. Clicking pictures have always been my favourite sport. I try to notice every little thing which surrounds me while I walk forward. I check the changing skyscape, the movement of the clouds and the leaves of the trees, the colours of the walls which are noticed by none,the different forms of shadows formed by the trees or the buildings taking different patterns, and even the empty chair which is ke