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" HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS  ."

After a tedious and tiresome day at work , to reach home is the first thing that the heart calls for . 

There is no greater happiness than ringing the doorbell and knowing that somebody on the other side is longing to see us . It is a feeling of immense pleasure to see the dining table filled with dishes but our loved ones still waiting on the dining table  .The door of our homes opens not into a structure of bricks and cement but a safe haven of love and peace. A house becomes a home when its four walls are made up of love , affection , care and concern with a strong ceiling of everlasting protection made strong by the bond between our family.

It is here that we can laugh till tears roll down our cheeks , cry our heart out and enjoy the warmth of the love of our dear ones. Where achievements are celebrated and encouragement is given .Where we always have a willing shoulder to support us through thick and thin. Where the worst dance moves are treated as the best and genuine laughter fills the air. Where someone is always there staying up with us if we study or work throughout the night.Where children spend their childhood . Where the moms are always screaming to keep rooms tidy.Where the thing we are searching for is always in the last place we look.Where insignificant incidences become amazing memories.And finally where we have complete right to be who we really are . 

As the popular jingle of Asian Paints says #Har Ghar Kuch Kehta Hai , it is absolutely true that each corner of the house is decorated beautifully with the memories of the days gone by and each wall narrates its own story . Whenever I give a glance to my home , uncountable memories just flash in front of the eyes. The memories of when I first learned to walk, when the walls became the place to express my artistic mind , the memories of being scolded for putting the wet towel on the bed, and always forgetting about the correct switches. Some of the best memories that I can recall are undoubtedly of the festivals that we celebrate.Our homes make our festivals happier and brighter as they too celebrate with us. My home which looks unquestionably clean at Diwali becomes a complete mess when Holi knocks at the door. The home which witnesses the sweet little fights of siblings also witnesses our bond on Raksha Bandhan . The house echoing with carols on Christmas also echos with patriotic songs on Republic and Independence Day . 

The little imperfections make our homes the perfect place to spend our lives . House is definitely the place where small and insignificant incidences take the form of amazing memories . Those precious memories are always displayed by the photoframes . And of course , I know that my parents must have felt pride when they got the possession of our house because it's no less than heaven. In whichever corner of the world we may go , the calmness and peace we get at home surely cannot be matched.However big or small our house might be , it is our very own paradise and for sure,the most beautiful place on earth !!!