My beautiful Home

My Home is full of treasures. The treasures are not so much things as memories. I remember the first time I stayed at Home. The floor was not so smooth. The walls were bare. Electrical fittings were just the bare minimum. It was more of a shell than a home but the rooms resounded with happiness - laughter, playful antics, birds chirping, delicious aromas from mama’s kitchen – the list goes on.

After a day packed with vacation work, I lay down to discover dancing moonbeams on my bed. I got up to find out how they had found their way into my room, as it was the very first time that I had to share my bed with moonbeams. The light summer breeze invited me to participate in their secret dance under the silvery lights of the skies. The stars were plentiful. Tall, majestic trees shadowed all sources of human lights. In the magical light of the night, I saw the undulating hills stretching and rolling over the land as far as I could see.

It was a truly captivating moment. My heart was bursting at its seams with a rare kind of joy. It was then that my Home, incomplete as it was, became the warm nest of my dreams. Now I know why I love going back Home, again and again – it's where my heart is.

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