The concept of home can be different for everyone. For some it can be time spent with family, for some it can be a comfortable living space where they can move freely and do activities, for some it might be a place of leisure, for some the place to wear off all the misery of the work/stress. If differs from people to people. It is different for everyone. Building walls, roofs or floor does not mean to be a home.
To be precise, it can be termed as a house. As it has nothing in it yet. No family, no life, no sound, no movement. It is stationary and lifeless. But what adds life to it, is the people who live in it. It is the way they decorate their houses.
It is the sound of the children; plead of an old man, the old rustic furniture, the beautiful garden filled with flowers and birds. It is the paintings hung on the wall; it is the favorite get-together spot for everyone. It is where most of the parties are held. It is which has witnessed deaths and the birth of new life. It is, that has seen sleepless nights during examinations and never ending quarrels between siblings.
House is a building constructed with no life in it. It is transformed into a home by the people living in it.
Home is where the memories are kept safe. Home is where the heart is. Home is where laughs are shared. Home is where comfort is. Home is the beautiful beginning and the painful ending of the life.
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