HOME is the place you miss when everything, where you have been, doesn't feel like your home. Its The place that you remember when you recall your childhood memories.
This place where I was born, where I played and which I miss the most.
Those days when I was a child, I used to run every corner and every up and down. But still, the place is the same in spite of some physical changes.
I still feel the same now which I used to feel when I was of tender age
and it just gives me a Goosebumps and just Rex my nerve.
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