What comes into your mind when I say the word "HOME"? Do you think of a quiet small town or the big crowded city? Is it driving a BMW car or riding a three- wheeled motorcycles? What about driving in an orderly roads or roads filled with auto rickshaws and motorbikes bullock carts travel side by side? A lavish, luxurious, extravagant life or a poverty-stricken family huddles around a smoky fire in the slums? Is it where I can see the caring faces of our family/ loveones or those critical eyes scrutinise me, judging by the colour of my skin and the accent in which I speak? Where do I truly belong?
Home for me is not necessarily about my house, although for some of us it is. Home for me is where my heart is...our hearts! It could be in any place. Where there is laughter and joy. Where there is peace. Where there is an unconditional love ...and a feeling of safety and comfort.
Where is home for you? Where is your sacred space called home?
.JPG)
