Friday, 14 November 2014

More I sit alone, the more I miss my home

The most beautiful place where we reside and a wonderful world where I spend our childhood days is my home.  I have lots of happy moments to cherish, as a part of growing up to experience the glory of the larger world. I cherished my home ever since I was born. Even food taste better when you eat it with your family. Today I really miss my home.



I get sick when I am away from home. I dread the thought of hostel stay. I wonder how my friends live in hostels. The only life that lives in my soul could find livelier is when I am home with my families. So I am a forlorn person; I find peace and rest only at home.  
Sometimes living away from my families really drives me through sadness, and feels like I am the only person living for a thousand of years all alone in the corner. This is the time when I really miss my parents. This feeling in me grows more every after a second, which makes me even more to think of my parents. Living away from home for the first lime is the only greatest challenge that I have ever faced after my birth. This is even the worst time that I had until today.

Every day I count the days: this makes me feel little easy to live and when the month ends, it is the happiest moment even for a while. 

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