Home!

I am home .. ! I am home to familiar faces … I am home to loved ones … I am home to those little patter of feet … I am home to known fragrances ..

I am home ..

Homes built with passion and depth and in the belief of possession. That one address, that one roof that remains with us. That one destination that ends our day or night - one that we all come back to, one that when back all appreciate. I never hear why one has come back home. I never hear wish you would forget home. Even in the farthest of places destinations tours and visits, we are greeted with a ‘home away from home’ welcome !

A shelter you always find respite from .. always a shelter that irrespective of its size or condition or value, remains the most valuable element in our lives. We dress it, clean it, decorate it, repair it, celebrate in it, condition it for all occasions of festivals and celebration. We welcome the guest in it. Its purity of invitation has a distinct quality about it. There is a sanctity unparalleled about it. There is a piousness about it. Its ownership ensures perpetuity. We search for this all our lives. Building buying settling renting a home, is the ultimate possessive act of the human. Not just of the human but of every living being - the cat, the dog, the tiger everyone .. has a distinct reference to the area or place they identify as theirs … their home ..

BUT … it needs must be said that the virtual home of us all is here … on this white space that opens in computerised excellence … that brings in the so many people on our lives each part of the day to present to respond to exercise feeling to share to give and to love us all in one big, strong family ..

" Can’t we all just get along ?"

Simple nondescript words, spoken either in desperation or remorse, but with a certain definiteness about it in its natural simplicity, asking and perhaps questioning or pleading to the forces that believe in disruption, to make an attempt if nothing else to …’just get along’ …

Is it that difficult to hold another’s hand and pull it to a warm embrace .. or will it always be pulled, to battle the weaponry held in the other !

My love … and my hand in pulling embrace … !!

DiL