As I stepped through the door of my childhood home, a wave of warmth washed over me. The familiar scent of jasmine and freshly baked cookies enveloped me, instantly drawing me back to countless afternoons spent in this very place.
There, in the living room, stood my sister Annie❣️ and my bhaiyya. The moment they spotted me, their faces lit up with pure joy. They rushed forward, wrapping their arms around me in a tight embrace. I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders as I sank into the hug, my heart swelling with affection. Samarth and rohan bhaiyya were the reason I was able to cope up with the reality ,with that cruel world .I was not born bold they made me I was not born strong they made me 😭 they always had my back. They were pillow to my sorrow Sam bhaiyya broke the silence
"WE MISSED YOU ANA, THIS WAS A HOUSE WITHOUT YOU NOT HOME"
I was on the verge of crying but somehow managed to say
" I MISSED YOU MORE BHAIYYA"❣️
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In that moment, memories flooded my mind: laughter shared over board games, late-night secrets whispered under blankets, and the unwavering support they offered through every challenge. The bond we shared felt unbreakable, a comforting reminder of my roots.
As we pulled back, I noticed the decorations adorning the house—streamers, balloons, and twinkling fairy lights transformed the familiar space into something magical. "What's all this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, emotions welling up inside me.
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Annie beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Surprise! We wanted to welcome you back in style. It's been too long since we celebrated together."
My heart swelled with gratitude and nostalgia. The decorations, the love—everything felt like a heartfelt embrace, wrapping me in comfort. I blinked back tears, overwhelmed by the effort they'd put in just for me.
"Thank you," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "This means everything to me."
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In all this mumma was standing behind watching us in our moment her eyes were teary🥺 seeing her children sharing an unbreakable bond
