Speaking of comfort, security and contentment

..Speaking of home.

 

When you have a nightmare and you sit up in your bed wondering how to make it go. Or when you have had a tough day and all you want is to wish away its bad memories.

Where do you go?

Do you wander around from one place to the other, hoping to get distracted and forget the unpleasantness faced earlier or do you go home and seek comfort there?

What makes home the zone of comfort and security? Is it the porcelain artifacts or does the expensive upholstery help? Or is it just the sunlight streaming through the windows, warming up your couch and quilt, inviting you to snuggle inside and forget the rest of the world?

All you need is your own home. A place to hide from the world. Where you gather your strength to be able to face it again the next morning.

When we moved into the new apartment, the space overwhelmed me. It was too big for my taste. The maintenance logistics scared me since time and money are always scarce. But it had ample sunlight, warmth and an open feel to it. I liked it. It made me feel welcome. The best part, I believe, is that it made me feel that I owned it. With time, as we settled down, adding one thing at a time, it became our home. It now houses our little secrets, the soothing voices telling each other that every thing would be fine, the hearty laughs and the silent tears. It is everything that a home should be.

 

Talk of belonging to a place

One city goes out of its way to erase/cover signage in National language to ensure prominence given to its Regional language…

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Image result for bangalore metro cover hindi signage

(Seems like English is closer to home than Hindi..)

While the other one celebrating festivals belonging to a different country just to make its people feel at home even in a foreign land.

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Times Of India

Redefining the phrase :
“Searching needle in haystack”

Just try to extract some read-worthy news/article from its huge ‘shopping catalog disguised as newspaper’ and you’ll know what I mean!

Rain, rain, come again

 

 

 

 

One thing that you may not find a Bangalorean say these days is that “I love rains”. No one loves rains these days. Not in Bangalore. Barring a few maybe. Those who either have the privilege to sit at home as they hear, watch and smell the rain, Or those who are fine with being on the road, sitting in the comfort of their cosy car, listening to music, and enjoying their own achievement of being unaffected by the chaos outside.

 

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On a different note, walking through the city on day after heavy rains, when the roads are clean and empty and there is sun outside, has its own charm.

The perfect ‘me’ time

You have coffee at your favourite cafe with daughter. So what if she is busy in her own world of magic! It’s a pleasure to behold that sight while still being able to enjoy one’s own company 😊

Born again…

Every day I receive God’s blessings in form of my loved ones and the happy moments spent with them.
Every moment it feels that I am given a fresh chance at life.
I feel happy and thankful for everything and everyone who has made me experience love..