LULU / লুলু

(Work on progress)

Late at night; The phone rang, a distant call came from Europe. My friend told me he would return home after finishing his studies only if I could manage a job for him in our homeland. Otherwise, he will take a study break and try to fit into a foreign land. I couldn’t. 

This is an on-process fictional story of a boy who tries to cope and build a home in an unknown land. 

What is home?
Is it a place? Is it a shelter? 
Is it room?

​It’s heaven, it’s hell.

​Home is not a place where we 
live or stay. It’s the place from
where we came.

​Wherever we go “Galaxy far far 
away”-home is still with us. We
carry it with love or
hate, and in blood.

​Perhaps home will be always beneath
our feet wherever we stand.