Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

Home sick
Being a Sunday morning, stressing over the fact that I need to leave home to finish off another week, always taunts me. Nothing beats the morning breakfast I get on Sunday morning, the last good meal I have before returning back to idli’s that are rock hard and sambar’s that have a significant amount of water. Returning back to hostel is a nightmare, sleeping that night is even harder because you are miles and miles away from home sweet home. Anticipating for next holidays so that you could go back home and do nothing but still get treated the best way possible. This is what home sickness means to me. Most of all saying byes to my parents and whacking my siblings before getting into the bus fully knowing that they would return the favor when I get back home the next time I come.
Do you miss home?