Adhithi (Guest)
Dear reader, I reached my nest after three long years filled with challenges, tears, anxieties, and momentary joys. Now I feel that I am living in the most peaceful part of the world. When I first reached my house, I felt that it has forgotten my existence. Eventually, I started to get all the old smells that I had forgotten, such as the smell of some old medicines my mother used to take, vicks my parents rub on their forehead and nose before bed every day, dusty pages of my old text books, smell of my mother’s home cooked dinner, smoothness of my childhood pillow and even the body odour of my father and mother. Each of us feels that our home is a paradise built not with mere bricks and cement but with unforgettable memories. It is not only the place where we have had millions of dreams but also a place where several of these dreams were realized. Every corner of our house has its own tiny story; every material in the house has a story of laughter or tear, and is has remembrance...