Home is where the heart is.
Whatever the occassion, whatever is the reason, no matter who you are with, whatever the time and place - eventually you wud hear someone, or even say yourself, "I am going home". There is something comforting and reassuring in those words that bring out loads of kindness, affection, warmth, love and closeness that can mean different things to different people.
For a child who is tired after an exhausting day at school, coming home would mean shelter under the soft covers of his/her bed, for a battle-weary soldier, it would mean the loving arms of his parents, wife and children and the aroma of home cooked food, for a profuse son or daughter, it would mean parent's forgiveness and a new life and for a person who has stayed/worked abroad for several years, it wud mean an end of several years of sacrifice for family and income. Home is the only place on earth where you know you would be loved unconditionally and accepted wholeheartedly. One also finds life withing running the major and minor crises - the ups and downs of health, success and failure in career, marriage, seperation, divorce, et al. A home is tied to people, events and histories - which make up the package called 'memories'; that is where we go back to when we say home.
Home is where we learn to put up with rules and regulations, learn the importance of discipline, learn to submit our wishes. Where we told to clean up our rooms, do our homework; where we were allowed to make honest mistakes and were given enuf freedom and room for self-expression. Home is the place where we got acquainted with traditions. I learnt well that with freedom comes a sense of responsibility and that faith makes a true prayer.
Truly, home is where my heart belongs. Sometimes tempers do flare, feelings are hurt, things are lost, money runs short, and sometimes something unxpected happens that succeeds to upset the day. I have dealt with upset situations, dissapointments, failed xpectations, and a few sleepless nights that were spent crying. But even then we find ourselves comforting, supporting and consoling each other. This is the place where every success, tear and struggle is rejoiced, shared and comforted; where every member - old or young matters. This is my imperfect world - but home to me because home is where my heart is. I am going to miss home and wud hear myself saying some years down the line, "I am going home".
For a child who is tired after an exhausting day at school, coming home would mean shelter under the soft covers of his/her bed, for a battle-weary soldier, it would mean the loving arms of his parents, wife and children and the aroma of home cooked food, for a profuse son or daughter, it would mean parent's forgiveness and a new life and for a person who has stayed/worked abroad for several years, it wud mean an end of several years of sacrifice for family and income. Home is the only place on earth where you know you would be loved unconditionally and accepted wholeheartedly. One also finds life withing running the major and minor crises - the ups and downs of health, success and failure in career, marriage, seperation, divorce, et al. A home is tied to people, events and histories - which make up the package called 'memories'; that is where we go back to when we say home.
Home is where we learn to put up with rules and regulations, learn the importance of discipline, learn to submit our wishes. Where we told to clean up our rooms, do our homework; where we were allowed to make honest mistakes and were given enuf freedom and room for self-expression. Home is the place where we got acquainted with traditions. I learnt well that with freedom comes a sense of responsibility and that faith makes a true prayer.
Truly, home is where my heart belongs. Sometimes tempers do flare, feelings are hurt, things are lost, money runs short, and sometimes something unxpected happens that succeeds to upset the day. I have dealt with upset situations, dissapointments, failed xpectations, and a few sleepless nights that were spent crying. But even then we find ourselves comforting, supporting and consoling each other. This is the place where every success, tear and struggle is rejoiced, shared and comforted; where every member - old or young matters. This is my imperfect world - but home to me because home is where my heart is. I am going to miss home and wud hear myself saying some years down the line, "I am going home".
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