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Mar 2018
Have You Ever Been To A Place, You Dreamt Of Going Since Forever, To Escape Captivity, To Have Plenty Of Rope But Then...
Reaching There,
All You Can Think About Is HOME ?

Yes, I need it back.
The wooden flooring,
The familiar halls, the gleam of wood and glass appropriately placed. I need the embrace of cold air,
heavy with home smells.
I need my wall, my stairs, my home address.
I need my brothers fighting over remote and my mother worried about competition which is cut-throat, my aunt concerned about the maid and uncle about how much he weighed. My family related by blood and ice, by joy and frustration,
by elation and tears. Yes, I realized one could be homesick for people too.
Planes flying overhead make me sick
Certainly this is not what I meant to pick.
I cannot escape the feeling
Something is missing.
Something is missing.

Home is just the place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to.
          -Muskan Kandoi
Muskan
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Muskan  19/F
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