Friday, August 6, 2010
Home
I feel happy with the rains. But, there is something about the sight of old, lonely trees, swinging uncertainly in the wind. Washed and beaten all day. Makes me home-sick. I wish I were snuggled in my familiar bed at home. Safe and warm.The happy voices calling out my name, the aroma of Maa's cooking circling the house...
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Home is where your heart is...one is always at home at least in his/her thoughts....and that's what makes it so special....that it lives on in some cozy corner of your mind...:)
:)...ah,Mr. Wise!:P
now..now..u forget i am well acquanted with "antiterms"...:P
Are you?! :P
really, both of us exiled like anything:)
Indeed!
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