It is strange but we get accustomed to our neighbourhood surroundings, to such an extent that we start missing the atmosphere, and the environment, if we go out of our place, even for a short visit.
The friendly Baker, the Green Grocer, the tailor, the Post Man, the Morning Walker, the Bank, the Post Office and a myriad other small places where we are recognized instantly, make us feel at home. We feel we are in our place ! And that this place belongs to us ! We are from this place, a reassuring feeling.
The same thing happens to us when we go to our village, where every other person, why, almost every person in the village smiles at you and asks about your welfare. You are encompassed by your " own people ", your own village, your own trees, birds and the cattle and even the street dogs ! Perhaps this is what they call " my roots " or " my moorings " are here !
This sense of belonging is hard to get rid of, how ever much you would like to shed these Roots and migrate to distant shores. Even after going round the best places on Earth you tend to opt to go back to what we call " my home ".
And when you are back in your own domain, a sense of comfort, a sense of fulfillment, fills our hearts. And when you are away from your place, you feel Home Sick.
This happens to all other living beings, too, animals, birds and even wild animals in the Forests. They all crave for their " Our Place " !
Ramachandra Parsa
1 comment:
I so agree. Like Dorothy says 'There's no place like home!'
Home is a place where you can look ugly and be happy and get away with it at the same time :)
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