Everything is different here, something real. People care,they love. The sun rises early and sleeps early. I am happy. No nightouts, no long drives. How differently we would spend the years. No coffees here, no regrets too. Here, the smell is different, like something blooming, Something like peace. The sound of the air, denoting that time is dying, we are living, here. The wind, that blows all the sorrows. Everything is addictive. And the old age conversations, like reliving the childhood. I am so happy to have lived here. I can feel every bit of it. The Home.
