House or home??

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. - Oliver Wendell Holmes.

As life goes, we get bonded or attached with things we come across, apparently or not, and one such thing is the House we live... Be it a house with shaggy walls and leaking roofs, or a palace, a house beautifully transforms into a home, the moment people get associated with it. Just think, this moment, someone may be eating, sleeping, cleaning, dancing, watching t. v, making love, or even praying to have a house for his own, all under their own roofs, called "home".




There live, so many grandfathers and mothers, glued to their houses, despite the desperate calls of their children staying far apart, just because of the fact that their spouse left their last breath within those four walls. They try to resurrect their loving memories that they both have carried. They treasure their houses, immensely, for it has been the root bearer of their generations..




We have come across many aunties, who keep on cleaning their houses, for they strongly believe that God often visits their clean home, and succeed in changing their houses into beautiful divine temples. And for some, the kitchen windows can be a source of confrontation, where they lament their husband's unexplained anger..




There can I point out many Uncles, or fathers, who conceive the plan of their houses, carry then, in their heart and mind, and beautifully give life to their dreams, just with stones and bricks.. The houses stand still with pride, speaking of their hard work, their undaunted desires and more... I have seen many, who evolve into a different, profound look, once they enter their own home. For them, it is a place, where they are themselves, shedding the masks that they carried, outside.. Some where I read somebody saying, "Once I enter my house and lock the door, I feel I am detached completely from the outside world, and I just love it"..




A house becomes a home, if it has love in the air, and if it smells of children.. The walls would be happy to be scribbled by them, the lamps would love to throw light on your marriage photo, and the chime loves to bring in sound of fortune.. I love my home, wherever it was so far, and whichever it is going to be too, and I also believe that my house loves me back too…I say so, because wherever I go, however great it may be, I feel the coziness and comfiness only when I cuddle up with my own pillows in my own bedroom…




There is surely a way to love our home too.. Let's open up the windows, bring in some fresh air and fragrance, light up a lamp and love our home!!

 

Thank you bro,
It is a lovely emotion sticking on to me, always.. I don't know why, but i start to love the houses i stay, and they soon become my dear homes, and there are wonderful memories, tagged on to each of them.. thank you for the nice words..

 

Thank you ananya, aruna mam, kkrish ji and cheeniya sir..
sir, i think you can talk about anything under the roof.. for a moment, i confused myself, that i have mistaken the name of the Quoter to be Holmes instead of Holme..thinkingsmiley A you said, the sweetness of a home is brought well by rushing children and for me, a sniffing husband, asking " It smells something special, what is it, that you are making for tea?".. Not only that, I can breathe a moment away, from my pestering cute daughter, but it makes my day complete and the feel is just awesome.. thank you for the motivating words, and the instance from the movie. @viswa sir, I agree with you, Love and compassion begin at home, just as charity, and the lessons we teach our children within the four walls, be it love or hatred, they are going to expand it to the society, just as they learnt from their parents, in a home..