My home
Which is my home, young Fitty asked herself. Though we said young she is not as young as you think her to be.
Young Fitty is now married but thinks which is her home?
The home where she was born and brought up a bit.
Or that’s the home where she started to stay after her father’s job transfer in a distant town, city and even state.
Or the one where she spends most of her childhood days when her parents were away, that’s her grandparent’s house.
Or her mashi’s house where her favorite cousin stays
Or or or her school which everyone tells it’s our second home.
Or
Now that she is married in her in-laws house.
The love everywhere she has always seemed like her own house.
So tell me which one is your home ?
It’s not the home it’s the people residing in that home
A house becomes a home when there are people in it. My home is soulless if My home doesn’t have my people.
She understood and smiled .
And thanked God.
Written by Sayoni Mahapatra Chatterji
Early Morning Memories 