Home.

Home.
It doesn't seemed to be like one.
Not recently, but years back ago.





When was the last time I really felt like it is a home..?
I guess that was like.. 12 years ago thing.





Home.
It used to be a warm thing, where we were all so closely knit, spend equal time with one another.
Tears, joy, laughter all over the house.

But for now-
It had all turned into dust.
It's more like a pit stop, where there are stoppers and visitors.


People march in and out for kitchen table, tv , beds.
A number of visitors transformed into stoppers,
And the newly transformed ones, ain't polite and show no concerns- although we are all officially stoppers- Sounds more like show no mercy thing.
People no longer sit down , watch movie together, chat, have a nice family dinner together, build the relationship and communicate.
People having moodswings, face 'difficulties' in communication .
Some would be like, back in the midnights and left in the morning.
And of course, not to mention outstation-ers. Ain't new, tho.
Worst one would be- never seen the person although it's just a small house, under the roof.


Well,
It's no longer a home anymore.
It's called the pit stop.





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