HOME SWEET HOME

The train slowed down, entered the platform and finally halted. I squeezed my way through the narrow and crammed alleyway to set my foot in Bombay after four and a half months. And as I saw my mom, dad and bro waving at me, the realization that I was finally back, struck me and my heart leaped with joy. Yes, I was back, back to the luscious, mouthwatering home-made food, far far away from kg mess, back to my spick and span home, far far away from my dingy and messy hostel room, back to the the warmth, far away from chilly pilani nights, back to my mom and dad and bro. Whatever one may say, wherever he may go, there is no other place that offers repose and comfort like one’s home. Infinite Memories, both sweet and bitter, abysmal love and irreplaceable inhabitants craft a home. Gosh, it feels amazing to be back at home!!!