A place called Home

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Sitting on the shore I once wondered to myself, ‘What’s home?’

Seemingly easy, it struck me by surprise when I couldn’t answer it on my own.

So I just set out for a walk along with a mystical sunset

Turning back I could see my footprints getting faded by the ocean water but I kept moving.

I kept moving because I wanted to

I kept moving because I had to

A little child at some distance was chasing a balloon and that’s when I realized

We too keep on chasing things….

It’s a craving unfulfilled

Our chase never ends and so does the feeling of a home

Home never was walls and doors

Home never was brick and concrete

Home is a place where you feel free

It can be a person, thing or a state to be!