The place where the soul heals the heart rests, the mind feels comforted is what I believe is home. However there comes a time when I ask myself where’s my home? The house I call my nest is my home alone. My soul mate departed two decades back. The portions of my flesh and blood who I trust are my sons have made their homes across the globe. My little granddaughter who steals my heart everyday is actually not my nationality. I wonder so where is my home? As long as destiny permits my little nest built with all hopes and wishes which had housed me for over two decades I trust is my home.
But a home is a complete feeling when you have a family. I am of course blessed with a beautiful family . It’s just that my stars want me to keep looking at my family and wonder why I always long to be secured with them.
I have actually forgotten the feeling of warmth over a meal and laughter over uninhibited conversations.
Very few would I know even care to wonder how this feels. But yes when you are your own saviour your own companion and you own security it means your life is a pole apart.