Home is one place which is different each time you go back to it... even though things there (or people, for that matter) do not change. Maybe it just shows you how much you have changed over the time you were away. Sigh. In that way then home is a mirror... of many things...
Last night my mind was flooded with a lot of memories of those innocent times when I loved home. (Of course, I had no other place to think of as my own, so then it is very natural, but still.)
Now, as a friend put it, this is what it does to me: H(o)mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm(e)!!
Hmmmmm:-)))
ReplyDeleteCome to think of it, all the places that i have thought at some point or the other as home......
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