For reasons unknown to me, I am besotted with the alphabet H. It’s true, I have a sneaking suspicion it’s because some beautiful words like Hope, Heart, Heaven, and Holidays are associated with it. Though, out of all of them, my favorite H word is HOME.
To me Home is a place where, you can just be yourself. Remove the masks you wear before the world and show your true self. It’s the space: where people love you for who you are, and not what you can give them. A place, where you learn everything about the world, and much more. It’s a place with which you associate your childhood memories and those of growing up years.
I believe anyone can build a house it’s just bricks and beams, but a Home is built through hopes and dreams of those who live in it. It houses love, joy, aspirations etc. It nurses disappointments, sadness and pain. Home is where you learn to live, laugh, share, care and give.
We often take our home and the people in it for granted. As I observe my friends who stay in hostels, who stay alone , away from home, I realize the value of my home, and I’m thankful to God for it. The man who said "Home is where the heart is" was truly wise.
Leaving you with a quote I can always identify with :
The Sunday Visitor.