Home

Home is where we truly arrive. Home is where self-imposed exile is. Home is where masturbation becomes a religion. Home is where Eagles play at full volume. Home is where your anus enjoys freedom of speech. Home is where all our disgusting habits reside. Home is where your mother smiles at you and says little. Home is where your mother says and your dad smiles little. Home is where the mask isn’t. Home is where yeh jo des hai tera. Home is where your family secrets took birth. Home is where your secret dance moves took birth, too. Home is where the bills are. Home is where the itch remains for eternity. Home is where the nudist colony is. Home is where the weather gets judged — ironically enough. Home is where Maggi is. Home is where the fridge is your best friend. Home is where you should be. Home is where she will be.