Home

When I was in 4th grade, I read a poem " A house and a home". It suggested how a home is different from a house. A house is made up of bricks, concrete, and materials whereas a home is made up of brothers, mother, and relatives, it is made up of emotions. Now after 8 years now I really felt this. When I came to Delhi first time for my admissions around 31st October God played a game with me. Most likely to teach me what is the importance of home and family. Actually, I got dengue with a high fever and body pain. Being in a completely unfamiliar city, my mother, sister, and me panicked. We were at our relative's house but that was HOUSE !. It was not the first time I got such a high-grade fever but this time I was not at my home. My uncle took me to a doctor's clinic being from a relatively smaller city Varanasi when I saw the doctor's consultation fee I was shocked. My heart was saying to get out of the clinic as fast as I could. My mother used to treat me using her warm hands gently moving in my scalps and her Warm expressions. She use to be with me throughout the day and night whenever I get sick. But this time it was all different. We continued with the doctor's suggestion. The doctor checked me up and diagnosed me with dengue. It was the 2nd of Nov our orientation day at my college. The actual purpose for which I came to Delhi so early but it all gone in vain. After 2 days my condition deteriorated doctor recommended admitting me. It was all black. I could see the pain in my mother's eyes not because she is not able to travel to Delhi but because my dreams of joining orientation and college were shattered. I got admitted to a big private hospital. Again looking at the high bills of the hospital I was just shocked. Now I shifted to the general ward for my treatment. My mother was sitting on the table just beside my bed. Now I relapsed a home is not only made up of a structure and relatives in it but it actually consists of a mother's love and sister's care. My mother took care of me all 5 days at the hospital. My platelets level were varying just like graphs of the stock market. The earthquake also arrived. Now we decided to come back to our city our town our happy place Varanasi. In this whole traveling to Delhi and coming back I realized that life has its own plans we do not have control over them. The only control we have is how we respond to it. At the hospital, I was given about 12-15 injections. That pain I can not explain. When I arrived at my home, more than half dengue was gone by itself. That was because I was at my own place, the place has its own energy and aura. The place where I grew from a toddler to an 18-year-old adult. It is a small house but a big home. My mother and my sister also can not forget this whole incident. My grandfather and grandmother all were just praying for my health. At last, I believe Everything Happens For A Reason!