Home is...Where You Are!
The dawn broke with the first rays of the Sun touching the yellow petals as she fluttered awake. The Night seemed too long at times for the Sunflower as she waited for a glimpse of the Sun again, to feel his warmth again. At times, she wished she were a bird and could travel with the Sun, East to West every day. That way, she would never miss him!
But sometimes she loved the feeling of longing, of waiting for daylight like her life depended on it. She was bound to her roots; she couldn’t set herself free from the Soil, her nurturing Mother. All she could do was raise her head and follow him, as he travelled clueless, about how long she had waited. The Sun had no idea that the Sunflower existed. He had a million others like her. But the Sunflower’s life and reason to live was the Sun. One day, the rays took pity on her, as she yet again shed tears watching him leave behind a trace of red light on the western horizon. The Rays told the Sun about the Sunflower and her silent waiting. The Sun was amazed at how someone’s life is affected by him, and he was so clueless. One day, as the Night put the Sunflower into a deep slumber, the Sun appeared in her dreams.
“Why, O Beautiful Yellow Heart, Do You wait upon this Clueless Soul?” He asked as she appeared speechless in her dreams. “ Don’t you fear my blazing heat? Don’t you fear it will dry you someday?”
“ No, My Love, I don’t!” She replied without a thought.
“But Why?” He asked, amazed.
No one dared to look him in the eyes, let alone love him. No one was there to share his burdens or be a part of his journeys; he was always alone.
“ Because you are my reason to live. Because you travel the sky, and I follow you in my heart, maybe I am attached to my roots, but I am always with you, in my soul and heart.”
The Sun smiled as his image faded in her dream. She woke to find a ray had reached her. Her wait was over for the day. She smiled.
The Sun now looked forward to visiting the yellow patch of the field every day, unknowingly, there she was staring up with hope every day. He smiled as he made sure a special ray reached her every day. He could never meet her; she could never be his. But their hearts spoke in silence every day. She knew the warmth was special to her.
One day, Ray had a message. From the Sun.
“ Why do you wait upon the Love that can never have a happy ending?” She smiled at the Sun’s question.
“Because Home is ... where You are!”
He smiled to himself as she stared up, looking at each other, and the warmth of their love spread across the earth.
Popular posts from this blog
We do not know exactly when Ajabde Punwar passed, but it was after the capital was shifted to Chawand, and we can assume it occurred between 1583 CE and 1597 CE. During the last few years of his reign, especially after the birth of his first grandson, Karan Singh of Mewar (Born on 1st August, 1583, according to Veer Vinod), to Aarti Bai Chauhan and Amar Singh I, Maharana Pratap decided to leave most of the administrative work to Amar, while he focused solely on rebuilding an army to regain the outpost at Chittorgarh which was under his half brothers rule who had joined the Timurids. The timeline also coincides with the time when a young Prince Salim, in one of his early expeditions, was injured in Mewar, and that prompted Akbar to remove Timurid outposts from Mewar (according to Akbarnama). However, the real reason was the constant attack on these outposts by Mewari Soldiers, and the cost of movement of these soldiers proved to be expensive for the emperor, who, after the Battle o...
The war was over, and so were the hopes of regaining Chittor. The Battle at Haldighati had robbed the Rana of all his wealth, and brave men, and bruised him for life. Trying to match up to Akbar's chief of arms, Raja Man Singh's army, with one-third its strength had cost dearly. He had lost his friend and companion in the loyal steed that had saved his life. He had brushed past death so nearly for the first time in a lifetime of battles. He had almost given up hope when Bhahma Shah came by like a god-sent messenger to help him. It took him a lot of strength to accept that he was helpless and had to ask for financial aid. It took more strength to assemble a troop once again and reach the battlefield of Dewair. It was eerily near Haldighati, and the Timurids seemed to be more prepared with their guerrilla tactics this time. He had to make sure they were introduced to newer techniques to surprise them. The only good thing that this war ensured was that Akbar accepted that he could...
A new dawn was about to break in Mewar. Kunwar Pratap shifted in his bed as the lamp shone in the darkness. He was now facing her sleeping figure. Her hand rested on the pillow between them, the pillow he chose to keep there in the first place, but now it seemed like the symbol of the distance he wanted to bridge between their hearts. He stared at it, lost in thought. I promised myself to make you mine, but how? What if you... He stared at the sleeping figure, admitting in silence that no one, even the bravest enemy, scared him like her calm, composed self did. I am thinking like a typical husband. He smiled. What to do now, Ajabdeh? I am terrible with my words, unlike you. Pratap Singh! You need to learn a few things! He looked back at the ceiling in his thoughts. What if I drop hints? She knows me so well, maybe she will understand without me actually speaking for myself. The thoughts made his face light up. Yes, yes, that will be perfect. Let's try this. But... First things fir...
Copyright Disclaimer
© Suranya Sengupta
Raabta (2013-2026) All Rights Reserved.
All original content on this website Raabta including writings, stories, poetry, historical fiction, articles, and other intellectual property (collectively, "Content") is the exclusive property of Suranya Sengupta and protected under the Indian Copyright Act, 1957, as amended, and applicable international copyright conventions, including the Berne Convention.Personal, non-commercial viewing and reading for private use is permitted. Without prior express written consent from the copyright holder, the following uses are strictly prohibited: (i) reproduction, distribution, adaptation, or creation of derivative works from the Content; (ii) scraping, data mining, crawling, or automated extraction; (iii) use of Content to train, fine-tune, or develop artificial intelligence models, machine learning algorithms, large language models (LLMs), or any generative AI technologies; and (iv) any commercial exploitation whatsoever.Unauthorized use constitutes copyright infringement and may result in civil and criminal penalties, including but not limited to demands for statutory damages, actual damages, profits, and injunctive relief. For licensing inquiries or permissions, contact the author
Last updated: February 4, 2026.
