It’s close to 1.5 yrs since I got married. I have a home where I go everyday. Eat, Sleep, Laugh, Cry..Live. But still, whenever my heart is heavy, and I wish to relax and unwind myself, I think of home. The home is my Dad’s home.
And I’ve a feeling this will remain so for a long time to come.
I wish I had my ‘own’ home. Sigh!