Why home is the happiest place for me?
Home has been the most special for me. If I have done the biggest sacrifice in my life, it is leaving my home to move into my husband’s home after marriage. Slowly, the new home became a part of me, with every new day. It is not just bricks, not just sand, not just cement. It isn’t a structure. My home has been the constant bystander for every ups and downs of my life. Five years have passed by, and I have grown roots to this home in a native town in West Bengal, India. There are many plants and trees in my home, papaya, beetle nut, hibiscus, aloe vera, tulsi, neem and so many more. They all are so dear to me. I talk to them when I have no one to share my overwhelming emotions. I feel they are a part of my family. I came to this home, a day after my marriage, with my husband. While entering the home, he was holding my hand. I don’t remember if it was a ritual or he was holding my hand just like that, but it gave me a sense of security and strength from the very first moment. Am...