Home..

Home where I stand home is a bowl of Maggie resting the stove stem rising slowly, like comfort finding its way back to me. When l think of home, I hear gentle laugher drifting through familiar rooms, wrapping around my heart with easy. To me, home smells like spice and warmth a deep, grounding warmth that feels nurturing, reassuring and timeless the kind that settles softy in my chest and reminds me lam safe. The rich aroma of masala fills the air carrying memories i never want to lose. Home looks like my family gathered together faces glowing in the soft light of a movie we’ve seen countless times. Yet each moment feels new as I taste yummy noodles shared between smiles stories and pauses that feel meaningful instead of empty. I feel the warmth stays with me long after. At home i am not just existing. I am understood I belong. The wall feel alive with memories and every corner seems to whisper love and reassurance. From my perspective home holds late nights shared jokes and silences that feel peaceful also full. Home is important to me cause it shapes who I am it is patience simmering quietly love given freely and care offered without hesitation. When the outside world feels overwhelming and demanding home welcome me without questions. Thinking about this fills my heart with gratitude. I feel joy, comfort, and a deep sense of belonging knowing my family is near turns ordinary evening into cherished moments. Simple meals become precious memories. Home helps me feel safe and strong. No matter how far i go, I Know ian return, lay my worries down and be fully myself. Home is not just a place, it is a feeling that stays with me warm as Maggie long after the bowl is empty and love continues to glow. Home is a beautiful place.