Home Sweet Home
Most of us envision ourselves living out of states or abroad, having a world tour, getting to know people from a different culture and having a dream job in our dream city. But every mountain seems beautiful when seen from far. The obstacles on the hilly terrain are not visible from a distance, and so we don’t realize the hurdles. Nothing of the above would satisfy us or make us happy if we don’t have a place to go back to. Even after achieving all the wonders in the world, if we don’t have a family to miss, a home to come back when we can, nothing would seem worth it.
A year from now I can see myself living away from home, from my parents and my sister. I’d be earning of course and living my dreams, but would still have that nostalgia on seeing a family photo. And visiting home after a long gap, during the holidays would feel like returning to the paradise. I’d again get to taste my mother’s handmade recipes, those homemade delicacies that have the ability to create memories. Those smiles, those caring gestures and those hugs are all that we live for. Being in home after so many days would be the best feeling ever.
What else can fill us with a greater hope and optimism for future, than moments spent with the family at home? Those laughs we share, those trivial quarrels, those moments of togetherness make for a happy life and a hopeful future. When I’m away in future I’d always miss my sister’s gleeful face on seeing me return from college. I’d miss her squabbles and her hilarious laughter. We share a room and a bed. It’s difficult for me to imagine living with a roommate who’s not her, in future.
Just last week we visited our new apartment. We’d soon be shifting there; to our own home. I and my sister love our room. It has a balcony and a place for a swing. We’d chat sitting there, sip coffee and enjoy the evening air. We’d read our favorite novels and listen to our favorite songs there. Housing facilities help so many families create home and a world filled with positivity. Our future days too are filled with hope, optimism and numerous possibilities for happiness.
My mother loves the terrace. That’s her gardening spot. She enjoys sowing, planting, watering and admiring the flowers after the bloom. I too love our present flower-pots she’s cared so much for. Our new home has custom made flower pot stands on window sills in the balcony and the terrace. I can already imagine the beautiful vines of money plant and the morning dew on the colorful petals. Home is indeed the best place on earth.
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