Paradise

Hmmm, PARADISE. PARADISE it is. When your numb tastebuds revive from the home cooked meal fed by your father in your home after going through all the hell. Just pure paradise. (Hostellers pov: Iykyk). 

And as everyone knows, it isn't that easy to endure paradise. You have to sustain in the long distance torment, consume those edible tasteless carbohydrates, stay in the hut you know literally the live in the stone age. 

It may seem horrible but the real torture begins when you have to travel back home HUNDREDS of miles. It may be four or five hours but feels like forever. Then when you set foot in your, YOUR home ground ahhh, the air, the people, the known places and faces, nostalgia hits. 

That's not it. Your eyes look for your father who's been waiting for your arrival even before you reach. You take a ride home in your father's bike (your forever favourite vehicle in which you had your first superhero experience of breaking through the air).

Then when you enter the street, you see many faces lighten up and smile after seeing you. And when you are two houses apart from yours, you enter into the paradise's zone where your nostrils inhale the aroma of your mom's cooking reaching out there. 

Finally, the ride comes to an end and zooop your mouthwatering tongue gets to taste the real og, mom's food. Paradise. 

Sorry not the streaks person especially can't make the rare home cooked heavenly food wait Was unable to get a picture.  

                    A PERFECT FLASHBACK