Home....a short,simple and grounded word. Home....a place everyone wants to have, a place in which people either have families or live alone in solitude,all depending upon what one comes home to.
What is this, a so desirable a place called home?? What does it take to convert a house,a room,a bed into your home??Is that kitchen where your mom made soups for you home,or the hostel room where you giggle secrets the whole night your home??Is your childhood town with happy memories your home or the big city with its independence,friends n a means of earning a living your home??Is your mother's lap the place you are most comfortable in,or is it your sweethearts loving arms??Is home that corner in a crowded house or is itin a whole house that belongs to you??
But then why choose?? anything and everything can be your home??Its all about a place that lets you be.Its not about years,its about moments.Years spent in restriction and rules can never be your home,whereas few evenings spent in your best friends kitchen can be like being in home.
A home is a place which sets you free,which is a haven away from the rest of the world.Its a place which lets you be you,a place where you can keep quite and introspect,a place which nurtures you.
Well,times up now,Ive got to get up and clean the cobwebs in the ceiling,After all,its my home,isnt it??
1 comment:
Definitely nostalgic...reminds me of duliajan and kolkata in so many ways! On critical note, avoid repeating words... use alternatives. That will give it the flow and rythm u talk of...ok??? keep up the good work,
cheers!
parikshit
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