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Home, the several connotations with which this word is associated are enough to dazzle someone into a reverie of mixed emotions, of familiar faces, of friendly words, of a place which would forever embrace us with warmth whenever we choose to return. We can spend an eternity abroad but our feet would always guide us home, and when we do we shall be enveloped with genuine exultation...
But when you do return you’d find that you’ve replaced the old with the new, and people in front of whom you could once pour your heart out, have been turned into strangers...You’d find that you’ve lost the people who once defined your life, and you don’t like this new ‘definition’ which has been embossed upon your existence. But you cannot get rid of it, its stuck...you are forever doomed, for things can never go back to how they were... Life isn’t a video tape which would have a rewind button...however hard you may wish it to be...
As innocence began to slowly mould itself into sarcasm, praise transformed into derision, love for all changed into debauchery, you found that you’ve lost your old self in the dark abyss which constitutes of who you are now... No longer pure, no longer chaste and people would say that you’ve “Changed”. But you’ve not changed; you’re a different person altogether. You are the contorted version of your former being.
Soon home would cease to be home, for everything in this world is transient...the pivot around which your life revolves at this particular moment may soon turn out to be just another juncture in your journey...and you’d be left aimless...thrown out into the ‘Big bad world’, out to fend for your own...Security would become a fictitious notion, which you’d never come across... Those who gave you a sense of safety would have passed away; they weren’t able to save their own lives from the constant barging of time...and neither will you...

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