Home' is sometimes, a country, a city, a locality, a house, a room. Favorite streets, familiar nooks igniting memories.Familiar flavors,wafting smells tingling the senses. Familiar sounds, familiar tongues that make us smile. Familiar faces, favourite people enveloping us with warmth. 'Home' can also be a just a bunch a things : your bed, your blanket, your plate, your coffee mug; the teddy you love to hug when nobody's watching, your torn shirt that you wear to bed each night, your comfort food made just so. Things you carry along when you move, or just when you go away for a few days - to make the alien more bearable. Most often though, home is people you love : your spouse or partner, your kids, your parents, your pet that runs to greet you when you arrive, your siblings maybe, that rare friend..People, whose presence makes any place home, and whose absence, robs home from every place. Above all, 'Home' is a feeling. A feeling that you belong, that you are loved, that you are missed. 'Home' is where your heart sings, home is where you are without your masks, home is where you go to hide when the world wounds you, home is where you replenish your self, when you feel depleted. Today morning, I woke up at 4.00, dressed up and left my home -my house, my city, my things, my family- and boarded a flight. I landed, took a cab and arrived home - to my mom and dad. Home, for some of us lucky ones, is many places, many things, many people, all igniting that familiar feeling 'I'm Home'. What is your home ?
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