The moment holidays knock, we pack our bags and rush to the mountains.
We say it’s for a break, for peace, for fun.But deep down, we know the truth—

We’re escaping !

Escaping the concrete, the chaos, the choking air.To the place which is still somewhat green, to the place which has blue skies and to the place which still knows how to breathe.

It’s a Trap, not a home !

Because the cities we live in—with wide roads, towering buildings, and sprawling houses—have everything… except a home. A home in which trees once stood tall, there was fresh air not the air mixed with smoke and diesel , where windows welcomed sunlight, not smoke.

Have you ever heard the stories your elders tell of mornings that began with the soft chirping of birds,not with the honking of cars or the buzz of traffic?Of days when trees lined every path,offering not just shade but a gentle, cold breeze that made summers feel like poetry?

Now, step outside what do you hear?Engines roaring, horns screaming,and not a bird in sight.

The trees that once stood like silent companions have been replaced by streetlights and billboards.
There was a time when people didn’t fear power cuts because nature still had their back.But today, when electricity goes even for a moment,we’re drenched in sweat,not because the heat is new,but because the shelter is gone.

And It’s getting worse, not better

We are polluting our very own air in which we breathe in, we are poisoning the water that are lifelines for many.
We waste electricity like the sun shines just for us, leave taps running like water will never run out,
and cut down trees as if paper matters more than life.
We are ruining our own Home.
We have forgotten that the environment doesn’t belong to us, we belong to it.

Lets make a Promise to the next generations

Today, on the occasion of World Environment Day, let’s promise to make our houses feel like homes again—not just filled with furniture and walls,but with fresh air, green corners, and conscious living.
Let’s bring back the chirping of birds,the shade of trees, and the breath of life—not just for us, but for the generations who will one day ask what we did when the Earth was calling for help.