Lost in the world of glitter. Facebook, Insta and Twitter. But when he opened his eyes. There were droplets of cries. A pillow under his head. A nice comfortable bed. An A.C. to control the temperature. Nothing really irregular. The pantry was full. Dog covered in drool. Fancy crockery and silverware. An abundance of plenty to share. He walked out the door. Someone did all his chores. Morning went and evening came. He turned the key and returned to the same. Nothing's missing; nothing's gone. Maybe take a few hours at the salon. A nice hot bath to soak in. Yet, it doesn't feel like a win. Plenty of space to roam. But, it doesn't feel like home. The heart and soul yearns. A feeling of comfort to return. The world is full of richness and treasures. And life can offer you multiple pleasures. You can strut your stuff in front of everyone. But everyone needs a safe place to go back to and run. A home is not just a tangible location. It's not just a place to safely store ration. The reason people are so comfortable at home. Is because they know everything can be proudly called their own. It's not just possessions and comforts. It's the appreciation for your efforts. The ability to shed that fancy jacket and lace. To lie down in a non judgmental safe space. To be able to talk freely. Without having to explain or worry. About being misinterpreted or misquoted. And things being disproportionately exploded. Even when everything outside is not going great. There'll be someone who with a smile will wait. Good days, bad days and the routine every days. To stand beside you and be around in every phase. Mother, child, spouse, partner, friend. It's nice to have someone who'll defend. Who knows your strengths, but also your weakness. And will help you survive even through your discreet meekness. The office has probably become a jungle. Friends with hidden daggers, all has begun to crumble. The stress of it has begun to show on your face. You just want to go back into your own space. Everyone wants to return to someplace called home. To do things freely according to their own. Do you have a someplace called home? Your emotional and mental stability foam!
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