At the age of fifteen I was snatched away from the breasts of my home.
Home like mother, from that on, always expected the footsteps of someone coming back. Home is the place where you find yourself in your ingenuity. True, home is not a structure but a situation.I know that was the only place where I could cry without any inhibitions. That is the only place where your feelings understood in letter and spirit. You are accepted as the way you are.
I can’t return to my home; where I am now has not become my home and that is my tragedy.
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