The Rain... (in my heart)

Home

Home is the synonym of comfort. Home is joy, memories, love...

Home is the colourful array of flowers the moment you step through the gates. Home is walking into the rooms to see things the way you left them.

Home is listening to the endless chatter of your sister, and missing your naughty little niece.

Home is having a refreshing bath in cold water. Home is the smell of Medimix soap and Vatika shampoo.

Home is having mom's food after a long time-- pathiri with mouthwatering fish curry that only mom can make.

Home is wearing an old nighty of your sister (all day long) and feeling utter comfort.

Home is returning from tiresome trips to doctors and washing your feet from the bathroom in the veranda. Home is sipping a glass of cold nannaari while looking out of the window.

Home is night rains and turning off the modem because of thunder and lightening. Home is shrieking for mom upon seeing a lizard in the bathroom.

Home is sleepovers with cousins when you talk so much that you end up sleeping till noon. Home is baking (and messing up) on a sudden whim.

Home is having a mango bar, letting the ice melt on your tongue. Home is sneaking into the kitchen to have a mouthful of milk powder that sticks to the roof of your mouth.

Home is folding clothes while reading on Wattpad and shoving the phone out of sight when mom appears at the door. Home is curling up on the bed with a book that has been read a thousand times before.

Home is happiness. Faith. Contentment. Home is love.