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Home is where you keep your windows open,
The doors ajar
The plants watered.

Home is where the curtains are towels and The other way round.
The beds have a distinct smell
The smell of all the decades passed by

Home is where each square foot of the side wall, ceiling, and the floor have heaps of memories, some squared, some boxed and some unsquared.

Home is where you reach it even in a blindfold
You still feel the warmth when it is cold,
No matter what, home is where we are all Bold.

Home is where you have enough spare changes,
parched clothes, damped eyes, and clamped memories

Home is you,
Home is a clean toilet,
Home is web cobbed corners
And moss covered parapets
Allergic carpets
And lost pets





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