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No matter where I go in search of peace or freedom, the moment my feet touches my home; I know I am finally where I should be and I have found peace.
My favorite time of a typical day at home is when I sit outside and look at the sky. May be my eyes are tricking me or they are seeing what my heart wants to see. Whatever be it;I always feel that sky has never been brighter and bluish ; the trees have never been greener; water has never been cooler and love has never been so unconditional than at home.
Its true that rain has always been my first love. When it rains, the love for my home multiplies on its own. The smell of soil, freshly wet from the rain fills me with a sense of warmth like that of a nature's embrace. I love the raindrops kissing my face and the gentle music it plays on the leaves. Its ecstasy!!
This is the beauty of home, a place where people don't build walls around them or mark boundaries fancily termed as personal spaces, a place where people love being together and never get bored of each other, a place where fights happen but love is stronger. This is the only place where my heart is and will be forever.
This is the beauty of home, a place where people don't build walls around them or mark boundaries fancily termed as personal spaces, a place where people love being together and never get bored of each other, a place where fights happen but love is stronger. This is the only place where my heart is and will be forever.
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