Cherishing Home (:

Every time I visit home, I make the most out of the time I spend there. I am less fiery and more patient; I narrate the college gossip to my mom, bring gifts for Hamayal, the little one. =)

This time though it was a long weekend (Friday evening, a whole Saturday and half a Sunday) I spent most of the time buried under the burden of books (test this Tuesday =/). I talked less, even the stories of the sports week’s closing (I’ll narrate later!) I cut short in a nut-shell.

I always feel a little weird when I’m home. Diet is back to chocolate cereal and chicken kebabs as usual. Sleeping hours extend, and I know I don’t have to make my bed when I wake up because mom is kind enough to do that for me. However, there’s a strange feeling of shrinking back into that shell of a child I just crawled out of. I realize how safe it is to be at home, how brave my parents are to send me by myself to a world outside this shelter we all call “home”…

I shook the silver paper-bag so the last bit of cereal popped out into my bowl. I was going to throw the cereal box away with the empty paper-bag when I remembered there was always a “free gift” inside. =D the box felt heavy. Yes, there was a CD inside! Delighted, I tore the box to expose the neatly taped CD. It was a car-race game. The corners of my lips curled up into a wide smile and my eyes suddenly shone…all just to see I had got a free toy with cereal!

My elder sister saw this and laughed. I got goose bumps with embarrassment. :D

I started to tell her all about the Netizens Art Exhibition and how I was slightly jealous of a class-mate who sung better than me. =/

I told her all the jokes. I told her all the tragedies. We talked for a long time; I realized we were both were changing somehow. Then I read out a funny text message a friend had sent me:

“I want to hug you…

Around the neck…

With a rope!”

:D

My sister laughed heartily. I smiled.

Then she told me a funny joke from B.D Chaurasia’s book on anatomy. The book said “the deep fascia of the gluteal region is dense, opaque and pearly white.” She said that B.D claims our pearly whites are in our butt! That sure made me laugh. The way she twisted sober statements into jokes in her hilarious gestures was truly the old her. =)

Suddenly she said, “I want to hug you.” I glanced at her and back at my cell phone.

“…well I hope you’re not talking about the funny text I read out to you!” I replied.

“Oh, the joke is pretty obvious now we’ve heard it once!” she answered quickly.

“Aww, then I want to hug you too!!!” I said with a cheeky smile.

We both laughed.