Home

What feels like home to you?
A particular taste, a scent,
or the untainted laughter
of some neighbourhood kids?

For me,
Home is a long chat
with an old friend,
cycling along a zigzag lane,
getting soaked in the spring rain.

When losing to your siblings
at a little game of 'kori'
was the biggest conceivable defeat.
when the rule that mattered
was to remain happy,
and stories by grandma
would lull you into the night.

Did you find your home yet?
Or are you still looking for it?
Among the sepia tinted photographs,
the marble collection that
you could never let go of.

Look inside of you,
shatter one at a time,
the axioms of  being adult.
Think like a child,
Maybe you'll find your home.