ghar

on a random thursday,
a flight from home to a place that might be home soon.
it has to be right? i mean i’m there for four years now, 
it has to be.
standing in a line at the airport, 
waiting…waiting…waiting.
a random indie song,
blasting through my headphones,
an expressionless face,
thoughts running through my mind,
the line is still.
a text from a friend far away,
a reel on instagram,
it’s 3:30am.
the song switches, 
‘abhi na jao chhod kar,
ki dil abhi bhara nahi’ 
and all hell breaks loose,
thoughts running, 
memories flooding,
eyes blurred,
and i’m suddenly lost, 
thinking of friends, family, the city, the food,
the familiarity.
it all hits me,
a wave of nostalgia,
for a home that i haven’t even left yet.
on my way to a place, 
that isn’t home yet. 

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