I miss the Noise

I love it in England
That its quiet
When I've to study at the library
And bustles with life
When I'm shopping at the city centre

Today I'm missing a Noise
A sound that is music to my ears,
That which is home.

Everybody is celebrating my brother's engagement in India and I made lunch for few close friends as a treat, at the dorm. A bit of chit chat and we parted

Back to the silence of my room now...
And all I want to be is part of the noise..
Of a little baby crying, girl cousins giggling,
men discussing politics and the women gossipping in groups.

Parents with satisfied smiles,
Friends tease the new 'to-be' couple,
That there is no escape now,
I hear a shout saying, "Hurry up!"
'Cos someone's got to catch the train,

Bangles clanking, anklet bells ringing,
Sarees and vezhties rustling,
The pandhal is set for lunch....

And goes the imagination, as I hear a melange of such noises in the background, when people speak louder into the phone and tell me how much I am being missed.

I miss the noise,
The beautiful noise called "Family".

Love
Poori