Then there’s Home. A journey all around the world, all throughout the life centred at the core which is a Home.
My Home is a place where the freshness of rain causes the nature to orchestrate. Loud waterfalls over the rooftop and the smell of the washed muddy land. The plants are evergreen. There are insects and noises. There’s the same old wind which brings along all the memories passed by over the years. The skies welcome so gently. There’s so much about having a Home in the Monsoon land. It’s a book itself.