Kehte hain, pyar ko waqt ki nahi sirf ek lamhe ki zaroorat hoti hai....

....par agar waqt guzar jaye aur lamha aaye hi na toh???

Home Sweet Home

Peace - that was the other name for home.
-Kathleen Norris

Home is truly the place where the heart is. Its been six long years since I have grown, become what I am in a hostel....Though staying in a hostel is an all together different feeling, staying at home is beyond comparision. And now, I can feel the satisfaction while at home...

As the sun rays perforate through the crimson curtains into my bedroom, I fail to suppress a yawn, breaking my fast over the night with a cup of bed-tea...mummmm:)

After a quick shower with loud music on..."Dream on"-Aerosmith and a light breakfast with the latest happenings on TV, I head for my way to the office....

hmmm, that was nice morning.....:)

-----pause-----

The night wraps the evening intosits arms, the boring day at work slowly starts to cease....I pack my bag, board the evening shuttle yet again to reach my sweet home....

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
-John Ed Pearce

Now I get back home and I dont have to wear that gaurded mask which the world forces me to wear. The mask which conceals the communication of my mind to my soul.

The unheard words which my ears long to hear. Aloof from the usual cacophony, I am surrounded all by myself. Here I can sleep like a baby, dance in front of the mirror and then smile to myself, sing holding my fist as though a mike, cry for no reason - (sometimes u just feel like doing this), experiment on some new recipes, paint the wall, work on a collage, read a book with soothing music away from the traffic noise. hmmm, I can do anything without any sense of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule. Yes! thats home:)