Feb 3 2019

Home, my love, my longing, my peace..

I have not felt at home for a long time. I dont know if I have felt it before, I dont remember it now. Unless there are trees around the house with cats, birds, butterflies, Vegetables and flowers, an old home where people have lived their life in, thats my sense of home. U can go there and happily continue living the life. If there are people in there already it's even more wonderful..

It need not be on a mountain, it can be in a city too, like my home town. It's a wonderful old school city. Still i see houses which are not huge gigantic buildings, there are lots of simple little ones with beautiful gardens with white bougenville flowers over the compound..

I have seen such houses. I have been to such houses. I always, always dream of living there..

Mundane life is not so boring in these places..

It doesn't freak you out..

It doesn't want you to run anywhere..

You will feel at home instantly and you will fall in love..