Home the source of love

When somebody says the word home you might think of a structure made out of wood and bricks, but when I hear the word home I think of a place filled with love and compassion. A home is a place where my family is gathered around a table like Thanksgiving for a huge feast. Once you sit down the aroma of my moms famous biryani and pakoras gushes in your face like a tsunami. The taste of the minty goodness of the raita and the crispness of the pakoras and you can’t forget about the spicy biryani! It feels like a mini heaven in your mouth. As soon as everyone has settled down and finished dinner you can hear endless laughter and roars of chatter, moms gossiping, dads to dads and me bickering with my older cousin. My home is a place where everyone is loved unconditionally. A home is a place that has a bond that can't be broken, only built.