Well however many articles I write about this,it still seems to be less.I can keep on and on writing but there will be so much more to say.So much more to express that words cannot do it justice.
Yesterday when I stepped inside my room,I felt a surge of relief,coming over me.It was a feeling that at last I was at a place where I could go to sleep and wake up without the fear that what would people tell me the next day.It was a place which had seen me in my bad times and good times but still stood by me,ready to comfort me with its warmth.It has seen me cry after the school farewell,at the same time it has seen me rejoice at other times.It was a companion which never left me.This place was a friend which did not leave my side even when I made a mistake.It did not turn its back on me.
Today as I sat reading,a fear came over me,the fear of leaving this place after two months.The fear of having to face the dark world again.The fear or leaving the walls of comfort behind.The fear of rejection.But,one thing I realized in all of this is that everyone’s home is different,their sense and understanding of comfort is different.What may be comfort for me may not be comfort for someone else.But,the comfort and warmth that home can give you is beyond anything anyone or anything else can ever give you.It is the place which will want you to stay back and not want you to go away.It’s the place which will make goodbye’s very hard.Its that imperfectly place that I want to stay in…
“Its the imperfections which makes the things beautiful….”
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