Home

Home is within you, it's not something that you find somewhere else. It's something which you create.

Home isn't always a comforting place for everyone. For some, it's a chance to start a new and brings back memories of the past, both good and bad. These walls seem to tell a story of their own, showing how they've tried to protect us from harm, even though they couldn't shield us from the damage caused by our family members. Sometimes, I wonder what could have been if things were different. But things have changed now. Home isn't just a physical space; it becomes a place of warmth and love through our care and attention. When we leave, it becomes a collection of memories that we carry with us, and we may find ourselves shedding tears over them throughout our lives. I often wonder, what part of me longs for home? However, I've come to realize that this place isn't home for me anymore. It's now just a memory of what home used to be, reminding me of my past.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

When i was in university, i lived in a creaky old sharehouse with two housemates. we had a lot of fun, but there were difficult and traumatic times as well. i know you wrote this piece with your own memories in mind, but i had a vivid recall of being in that place and feeling all those things. i love the simplistic style you employ, which allows the reader to fill in the gaps with their own ideas and memories. for me, this brought me back to a time filled with mixed emotions and friends who i loved and still in my heart love.

[Surabhi]

Thankyou much !! And G
I'm glad to know that it could remind you of your memories. And it's good that you still have those friends and memories in your heart.