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My Heaven!


And this time it is deodorant. It has to be something every time. Last time it was towel. May be some unconscious part of me make sure that I forget at least one item, when I leave from home. Just to keep traces of my existence.


Days feels like seconds when you go home for vacation. The moment of arrival arrives with moment of departure. You know that you have got exactly 96 hours. And you have to make sure that you grab enough love before leaving to ruthless city again. That scares me off. What if I don't get enough, what if I get homesick before next trip to home. But all anyone could do is hope, the most addictive drug.




And the court down begins. First a warm hug from your brother, then priceless smiles of caring mother and proud father. A heavy snacks at uncle's place, a surprise visit to your bestie cousin, and you look up to god, and thank him for a wonderful family.



But is family everything? It is very important, and yet incomplete without friends. A bullet ride with your long time bro slash friend. A favorite snack called 'Misal' with school bff's. A nice chocolate drink with college time classmate. And a lunch with a friend with whom you share everything. And each one of these visits is made up of laughs, talks, and emotions.



So the point is, there is no point. I am traveling from the most loved place on earth, at least for me. And I think I have enough quota till my next visit. Visit to a heaven, called home ☺
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