What a stunning and moving essay, Sumira! You took me back to my home too, and all the range of emotions associated with it. Thank you for writing this ❤️
Sumi, you're not alone. love. I wanted to read and not read this essay again. It brings up too much and yet, not enough. It is an elegy for a living thing.
Thank you, Reema jaan, for reading and seeing the way you do. This essay was brewing and bubbling for far too long. I kept snipping at its edges and adding newer feelings that showed up. I could have sat with it forever but I need to let go.
Home is such a big feeling Sumira . And you know better than anyone that the size of the house has nothing to do with it . There is so much here and I suspect you can keep adding to it . Homes built and rebuilt over and over again.
You are so right, Anusha. There is so much I can add here. I wanted to let it go, free myself from the hold the essay has on me and therefore put it out here. But I suspect I will come back to add more to it.
What a stunning and moving essay, Sumira! You took me back to my home too, and all the range of emotions associated with it. Thank you for writing this ❤️
Thank you, Doel. It means so much when readers respond with 'same here'. It takes me by surprise and also holds me and my words in the best way.
Sumi, you're not alone. love. I wanted to read and not read this essay again. It brings up too much and yet, not enough. It is an elegy for a living thing.
Thank you, Reema jaan, for reading and seeing the way you do. This essay was brewing and bubbling for far too long. I kept snipping at its edges and adding newer feelings that showed up. I could have sat with it forever but I need to let go.
i loved this article, most daughter's own these feelings about home.... good wishes for your parents ...
Thank you for reading Fouzia. And I'm glad I'm not alone with these feelings about home.
What a moving, poignant portrait of a home/house, Sumira, I was so drawn towards it!
If I can take the liberty of sharing, I too wrote a portrait about the childhood house I grew up in Oman and which you may like to read: https://themarkaz.org/home-is-a-house-in-oman/
Thank you for reading, Priyanka. I'm heading straight to the link to read your essay.
Home is such a big feeling Sumira . And you know better than anyone that the size of the house has nothing to do with it . There is so much here and I suspect you can keep adding to it . Homes built and rebuilt over and over again.
You are so right, Anusha. There is so much I can add here. I wanted to let it go, free myself from the hold the essay has on me and therefore put it out here. But I suspect I will come back to add more to it.
What a lovely essay, Sumira. I could not stop reading it. And of course you are not alone. Homes make all of us and makes everyone of us brittle.
Thank you, Sanket. It is strange how we exchange so much energy with the spaces we live in.