I won’t lie and say the idea of living in a huge mansion, surrounded by beautiful greenery and magnificence does not interest me. Isn’t that what we see right since we listen to fairy tales as kids? Stories of beautiful castles and mansions. But, with age i have realized that home is not a place, it is a feeling.
When I think of an ideal home, I’m reminded of the cherished moments from my past. It could be the simple joys of my childhood spent at my nani’s house, playing on their terrace and enjoying the rain in their courtyard. It could also be the image of playing with my pet in the beautiful garden of my own house, with my parents watching us with joy. Moreover, the word “home” also conjures memories of my time in college. These experiences taught me that home is not just a geographical location; it’s a feeling. It’s the sense of security and contentment that comes from being in a place where you can be yourself and build meaningful connections with others.
So, my ideal home is not a mansion or a castle. It’s a place where I feel free to be me, unapologetically and happily. It’s a space filled with love, laughter, and the people and memories that matter most to me. It’s a feeling of comfort and belonging that transcends the physical structure of the house. That, to me, is the essence of an ideal home.
what i thought of today 