Castles too cannot be compared to home

 

A busy world outside, and a still moment inside. Others rushing home, me pausing in the here and now.

Looking at the world from a frame inside a hospital room. The window, the only source of information for the outside. The feeling of being Rupenzal in a trapped castle. She was physically trapped and I was mentally. 

The physical body giving up on pain, my mom was having a broken bone. I see it and feel mentally distraught.

I was there and from there to where else I could be. Memories of me playing with my daughter floated by. Me being absolutely comfortable in my office chair, having a bunch of colleaguess floating around and making merry, I remembered it all. 

It was 7 long days, loonnggg daayys. Although it was the finest of rooms of the hospital, but who likes to stay there. 

I so felt the need to be home, so felt that the warmth of home cannot be taken for granted ever, ever in times to come too.

Today it's past 2 months, nearly, when I recall that time and say this to myself, everything, every moment is in the here, it too shall pass. Like

Victor Frankl says in his book Man's Search for meaning, it's the purpose you attach to your work, that gives you the strength to pass the tough times.