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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