What is a home? What does it mean to you beyond walls, rooms and roof? To me, its a refuge, a shelter. I think we all look for what we do not have.
Most of my childhood was spent in cramped spaces. I remember staring at awe, when we moved into an entire colony of apartments. It was the first time I saw an apartment. I imagined they would be huge places to live. Ours was a small place. Smaller still, it was, for a family of four. But, it was what we could make do with. I remember stepping into the balcony only to find that it provided more view of the neighbor’s bedroom than the blue sky outside.