With bricks of understanding,
Cemented with love,
With happiness within and
A roof of strength protecting from above.
Where tranquility reigns and
Neither time nor people can rip apart the seams
Of family bonds. That place
Is the home of my dreams.
Prompted by today’s Daily Prompt
I actually don’t really have an ideal image of my dream home. Home, to me, is the concept of turning a building into a place where you can return after the day’s toil is finally done with. Any building can be a house. But it takes warmth, love, strength and understanding to make a home. There could be better homes in the slums in Mumbai than in the outrageously extravagant Antilia owned by Mukesh Ambani. There could be better homes in the humble dwellings of villagers as opposed to the palace of a queen. My dream home needs a happy family, a soothing ambience. Happiness doesn’t increase with square footage, with expensive furniture or with 7BHK flats.