Home?

Sometimes I wonder,

If home is where I was born?

Or is it that apartment in Bombay;

Where I finally grew up?

Sometimes I wonder,

If home is where my family lives?

Or is it that room in ‘BB Block’?

Where I finally go to sleep

Every time life renders me an insomniac.

Sometimes I wonder,

If home is where I return to?

Once I am done travelling.

Or is it at that hotel room

In a strange land;

Where freedom greets me coyly?

And induced inhibitions are left behind.

Sometimes I wonder,

If home was at ‘Peace Valley’?

Where all friends gathered to celebrate life.

Or is it at ‘Doonga House’?

Where everyone is family,

Despite different blood.

Sometimes I wonder,

If home is a village, town or a city;

Even a country, maybe.

Is it just a physical location?

Or is it the sound of my Mother’s silence?

As I bid her goodbye,

And she smiles anxiously at the door...

Again?

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