POE-A-TREE HOP

POE-A-TREE HOP

I just didn’t have the heart to refuse you Roy….

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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Home, what does it mean? To some it means a box in an alley with hardly any food, water and with no money. To others it means living in a three storey house with 9 bedrooms. Webster’s dictionary describes a home as: the house in which a person or family lives. A family living together in one dwelling. The place where something is usually or naturally found. The country or place where one lives or where one’s ancestors lived.

To me, home means much more….its where I feel comfortable, a place where I am loved, where I am accepted as I am.

Over a period of time, I have had several homes; I grew up in a place called Kalimpong (West Bengal), the foot hills of The Himalayas, and that was my first home. I went on to the boarding school, and that too became HOME. After school I went to Darjeeling to finish college, and I think I spent some of the happiest moments of my life there. That was HOME to me also, I still miss those familiar surroundings.

I spent the next fourteen years of my life in Nagpur, where I got married, I made my own home there, it represented what I was, it was ME. It was not only a place, but a very integral part of my soul, my very existence, and my friends. It broke my heart to leave that place; I lost everything just because of some decisions I had to make in life. But I had no choice; I had to move on….and I did. I came back HOME…

Now when I think about home, the first thing that comes into my mind is the image of my mother, and my daughter. Home, for me, is the place where I can find my roots, a place that will always be there, waiting for me to return.

When finally, after so much time has gone by, I can honestly say, I am home. As I walk through my house, up the stairs and into my room, I feel happier than I ever felt before and I realize that most people do get a second chance. That not everything you lose, you lose for good. I understand more than ever the meaning of a home. It wasn’t just this house and rooms like most would think. It is home because I am happy, because I feel like I belong here.

 “Home is where the heart is” and I truly believe that now. And experiences like the ones I have gone through makes you value things a little bit more, because as long as you have a home to call your own, you know you belong somewhere.

Copyright:Motifs@2011

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