‘Home is a place where you are treated the best and crib the most.’
What Home means to me?… Well, it means everything to me. It is my sanctuary. My den. A place where I am the boss. It’s a place no one judges me. I can be what I am. Walk in my pyjamas even during the day or dress like a princess at night.
I remember when I was unmarried it was not my home but my room that was my sanctuary… much to my mom’s irritation I used to put up posts on the walls, make collages and had dedicated my full door to graffiti. But I guess things change as you grow. Added responsibilities widen your area of domain and then your priorities change. From I, Me and Myself you transform to Your, Mine and Ours.
Home is much more than four walls. It means a family to come back to after a hard day’s work. To all those who I find overspeeding on the streets and those who drive with their mobiles secured between their ears and shoulders I always say… Remember your life is precious. Maybe not for you…but it is for those who are waiting for you to come back home safely.
Furthermore, home is more than a place; it is a feeling. It is a feeling of contentment, security and happiness that we share with the ones we love. It means the aroma of delicious mouthwatering dishes cooked by the mother. It means an ongoing banter of Arnab Goswami coming from the adjacent TV room.
It means snores of my sleeping dogs and their loud barks when I ring the doorbell. Home means undulated breathing of your kids sleeping all cuddled up beside you snoring softly and you showering their cheeks with featherlight kisses lest you wake up the little devils.