It's about the moment when your mom reminds you how you held your father's little finger and started walking,
The moment when you quietly sit down and watch the rain kissing the earth,
The moment when you smile seeing the rising sun
And a tear rolls down your cheeks seeing the sun setting,
The moment you feel the warmth of your coffee mug on a cold Sunday morning,
The moment when you watch a child wearing the same uniform as you did, getting down from their school bus,
When you suddenly enter the kitchen and watch your old tiffinbox lying in a corner, unused for a long time,
The smell of the pages of your diary which you wasted trying to discover your signature in vain
The moment when you realize that even though everyone is under the same sky,they are miles apart from each other,
The moment you remember the story of a friend who fell in love with someone she could never have,yet she was happy with the way things were
The moment you see your parents waiting with arms wide open to welcome you back home
The feeling of comfort in your pyjamas,the old place by the window-your desk,table.
The time you spend re-reading the yellow pages of old notebooks ,
The moment when you look at your reflection in the mirror and smile after a long time.
..And its about the moment when you start loving,being yourself again.
