On the threshold of her new home, she stood, with tear-stained, sleep-deprived eyes. Her hesitant footsteps bolstered by the warmth conveyed in her husband's firm clasp of her mehendi tattooed hands as he guided her excitedly inside!
The wedding rituals, the send-off ceremony, the long journey from her native town into this big city had all been exceptionally tiring, and yet she found a new spring in her step as she took in her new home. Large wondering eyes that wandered everywhere curiously, a tad coyly.
There was no one here to welcome her, a new bride; in this new place, her husband being an orphan. It felt strange to be alone at last; after all the crowd she had gotten accustomed to having around her, ever since the wedding preparations had started.
Her husband was proudly showing her around the home he had managed to buy and even briefly set it up for her, despite protests from her parents.
She was so proud of this self-made man, who had wooed both her and her parents with his honest, straight-forward proposal asking for her hand, only after he had fulfilled self-prescribed goals.
She shyly commented at the neatly arranged cushions on the floor-seating, at the well-tended plants, and the thoughtfully, well-stocked kitchen.
He nudged her further to the bedroom, and shyly with lips aquiver she entered.
Their room, she thought to herself, as he wrapped his arm possessively around her slender waist. What a tiny room it was, and what a tiny house it was in comparison to her maternal home or the castle of dreams she had cooked up for herself in her dreamy girlish mind!
But the questioning look in her husband's eyes seeking her approval at his years of hard work, melted away all those thoughts! She quelled all her emotions and sought only allay his apprehensions, gushing her appreciation for the beautiful home he had made for her.
To herself she promised, to make her new home....no...'their' new home; so faraway from the one she had left behind, the most wonderful paradise for their shared dreams of the future.
What does 'Away from Home' mean to anybody?
Is it the excitement of going away from home on a vacation and returning back re-energized to home sweet home?
The thrill of leaving home to live independently in a hostel for studies and yet glad to be back home for the vacations.
The trips away from home spent hurrying-scurrying on business expeditions, relieved to be back home to lay your wearied head to rest on your own squishy pillow and bed, after sleepless travails with hotel beds!
But what about the one-way trip you take, leaving behind the home of your childhood dreams, triumphs and failures, that held you as its most dear and cherished member?
As you venture into uncharted territory, with a new partner, new rules, new relations, ignorant of all that is expected of you, you still take the step, inviting it even, reveling in the challenge of creating a new world for yourself; from scratch, with your chosen partner, flawed though your efforts may seem to many, you endeavor to make this place; away from home your very own dream home!
This post was written in response to a #WritePrompt #Away from home from @Blogchatter - a wonderful platform for bloggers from every genre, that encourages, motivates and educates on everything blogging!
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Aquiver (adj) : Trembling with strong emotion (quivering)
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