I want to go back

I want to go back. I want to go back home. When the shimmery lights that you came for, start to blind you, you want to go back- to the comfort, to your home. These past few months have been alot of bright lights. But these lights now have started to blind me, at times, hurt me. I want to go back to the fairy lights instead- those small comfortable beautiful lights- under which I could sleep. The lights of my room, my home. The place I left temporarily feels like has gone forever now. When will any of us be back home now? There will always be something to run for. We can never go back to the home where we were the one being taken care of, where we were the small ones. I remember how my dad used to wake up early in the morning, make me breakfast, pack my lunchbox for school and how he gave me an apple everyday. I don’t think I’ve eaten an apple consecutively for so many days since then. I remember my dad holding my school bag and walking me to the bus stop, waiting for the bus to come and wave to me as I go, everyday. I remember standing in a line at the school reception to call my dad because my bus was broke and so he had to come pick me up- and then just waiting for him to come- smiling when he did come and then getting an ice cream or a chocolate on our way back home. When do you think we will ever be able to go back to that home? We’re on a run, on a conquest of success. And after that, when the conquest is over, we will hold their bags on our shoulders and walk them to the bus stop, wave them goodbye and then walk home alone.