Home sweet home is part and parcel of our life…whether we
rent/lease/own a home is always a home and close to our heart. In fact I have
stored my land line number as ‘Home sweet home’. No matter which place we go on
earth for vacation we always want to come back home after some point. I still
remember our home back home where I played garage ticket, my study room where I
burnt midnight oil, terrace upstairs where I enjoyed sunset, backyard where I
used to help mom pluck drumstick and curry leaves since she always considers me
tall no matter how small I am J
If we look closer
home becomes emotionally attached to our lives some point or the rather and the
best thing is this happens without our conscience. We keep adding fond memories
which lasts for life long. At some point we may have to spread wings and move
out of the house but we always love to go back to our home. What once built
with the help of cement and mortar grown tall in stature and sees us grow
through different stages.
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