Home
HOME There is no place like home. The very word brings a plethora of memories and a picture as clear as day to our mind. I have always wondered what does home mean to me? Is it the city I have grown up in or the 3BHK in Kandivali? Will it be the apartment I always planned to live in, run with the money I will soon earn as a tribute to my independence? Will I like some, find the comfort of home in the different countries I will travel to and with the strangers who will eventually become family? During this lockdown, I have come to hate the word “home” because I can’t leave the place. I have to do much more than my share of chores to keep my “home” clean and the only view I ever see is of the buildings surrounding it. I am sure all of you are tired to see the same people, follow the same routine; wake up, do your chores, study(in my case), watch Netflix and sleep; god knows I am. I am so frustrated, I want to pull my hair out. While cleaning I pulled out the few photos I have o...