Homeward Bound

October 24th, 2006 1:58 am by zualtei

Winter cometh. The days are suddenly shorter, and the lips definitely drier. The air has a feeling not very unlike a moist blanket, insulating yet so very cold. The daily bath becomes a necessary evil. But the coldness improves after the initial shock.

I know there will be no snow where I go. The white sugar I see in movies that floats down from the sky and coats the earth with white. But come December, I shall go home once again, my yearly pilgrimage to home and hearth. Across the miles, in a plane I don’t trust, piloted by a man I cannot see. But I shall be brave and fly across land and sea, putting my faith in God, in fate, and also the fact that even rickety planes rarely crash.

I will faithfully eat the plastic food they serve, smiling as I refuse their strong coffee. I’ll take a nap, and wonder how it will be. My parents will be there to welcome me. Smiling, wanting to hug but not quite sure if they should. My mother will study me for any change, whether I have lost or gained some precious weight. If her ‘baby’ has become a young woman, corrected and composed. I will study them too, and note how time has carved new lines on their faces. Parents age before we can become used to the idea of change.

We will drive home from the airport, my father managing to hit every pothole along the way, while Jim Reeves croons a deadly slow tune. I’ll admire the sheer greenery and see again how narrow and twisted these roads of ours can turn. By the time we reach the city, I will no longer be even mildly afraid. I know that cars and trucks, buses and bikes will all somehow manage to pass each other. It just takes a little bit of expert maneuvering.

Home and hearth, nieces and nephews and all things nice. The bath will be delayed, until it’s almost time for dinner. Tonight we shall have peace and goodwill. A general sense of happiness will prevail. We will all feel blessed, reunited at the time of Christmas and New Year. For tomorrow is time enough for little fights and spars.

There are no McDonald’s in this place, no multiplex with the newest releases. But if you should look up at the sky, there will be more stars than you can count with your naked eye. And the local station makes up for the Hollywood offerings, and friends and family will make up for everything else. There will be oranges, ‘zo chhang’, basking in the sun without doing anything else at all. I shall forget once, twice, thrice, the promise I had made not to lose my temper. I would be filled with helpless remorse, but know I will be forgiven once again…….I cannot wait to be back home.

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23 Responses to “Homeward Bound”

  1. 1
    J Says:

    Beautiful write-up, doc. My only objection is to the “deadly slow tune” Ouch.

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    dear_diary Says:

    Thx J, sorry abt Jim Reeves. He has a beautiful voice, but the slowness just does something to my nerves I guess :)

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    J Says:

    Take a pill for your nerves and leave poor old Jimbo alone. Hmph!

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    SiLent_Man Says:

    Parents age before we can become used to the idea of change.

    Too bad you’re right. Let’s stop there for the time being.

    There are no McDonald’s in this place, no multiplex with the newest releases. But if you should look up at the sky, there will be more stars than you can count with your naked eye. And the local station makes up for the Hollywood offerings, and friends and family will make up for everything else.

    Ahhh… that’s better

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    dear_diary Says:

    Haha! will definitely take your advice there J. I swear I don’t know why he gets to me.

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    myself Says:

    There will be oranges, ‘zo chhang’, basking in the sun without doing anything else at all. I shall forget once, twice, thrice, the promise I had made not to lose my temper. I would be filled with helpless remorse, but know I will be forgiven once again…….I cannot wait to be back home

    niece write up….
    Oh its cold and lonely here
    in this telephone booth,

    i feel that something is missing …..
    i dont know where its gone…
    But its a loooooooooooong way back home….(Don Henley)

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    virgochhas Says:

    *sweet*….

    wish i can go home too…

    i wish….i wish…..i wish…..

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    BlackWhite Says:

    Parents age before we can become used to the idea of change.

    How true! : ) *goosebumps*
    BTW, “dear” dear_diary, Very well written, please post some more. : )

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    Goldmember Says:

    kar hnih hnu ah.. ka van ning i tih leh dawn kha aw.. ka se veks..
    chuan if ure flying from Delhi to Aizawl via Cal i dont recall needing to fly over SEA =)

    anyway very well written prose

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    dear_diary Says:

    Hey thx BW… so sweet of you to say so.will definitely try some more.

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    dear_diary Says:

    aww.. virgochhas, I bet you can make time..esp at christmas.

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    dear_diary Says:

    Ka upa tawh niang ning tawh ngai lo goldie.Hmmm…you’re right again. I checked the Indian airlines brochure and we fly over Dhaka and Agartala, no sea. You shud’ve been a girl, don’t you know it’s only wimmen who are always right?

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    father_sphinx Says:

    lo haw sup sup rawh u……..aizawla hman hi a nuam ania

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    virgochhas Says:

    dear,dear_diary…time- a luxury i cant afford….money – i just dont haf…. :(….

    enjoy ur hols…

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    benjamin Says:

    My last trip home “New year 2006″ I realised how peaceful Aizawl can be. And you feel this when you go back from outside the state. Come 8 PM you imagine family and friends sitting around charcoal fire or heater chit chatting, drinking tea (I prefer it black) with Jaggery.

    Here or elsewhere when you are free around the same time, it is difficult to feel the same peace with all the busy buzzing activities not seizing till the cops come around at midnight.

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    Goldmember Says:

    becuz u werent born before 1950

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    J Says:

    Yep, in the 50s we jived to Jim

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    lovingangel Says:

    ka lung a leng thin tiang hun chho ah hian keipawh….mahse ka haw thei si lo,summer chiah hi ka haw theih chhun ani,its gonna be the 6th time now… christmas leh new year inah ka hmang ngai lo. sob! sob! i hope i can make it next year…anyways dear_dairy hope u anjoy ur hols and do remember us….the ones who are stuck here.

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    jazz Says:

    ani viau mai keipoh christmas a ka haw lohna a rei toh ania awwww….ka van haw ve chak tak……..summer ah haw leh mai ang

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    Sandman Says:

    sweeeeet! thoughts and emotions well expressed. I could literally feel myself lifting off from the ground as I transcended from the top of the passage… well written dear diary.

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    dear_diary Says:

    Hate to brag kids, but I already have my tickets booked and bought .The early bird catches the worm, my Aiz-Cal ticket is for Rs 3 (+870 tax tho).
    *smirk*

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    benjamin Says:

    Hmanah keipawh ka hmu a, haw ka tum lem si lova. Ka la chk khawp mai

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    tiger Says:

    i like that piece very much, about a Mizo lady going home.I wonder does anyone know how many Mizo people live in England?Do any contributors here live in UK? best wishes..tiger

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