House means one's own freedom. An angle where it relaxes without reason. Ramesh Parekh's heroine even answers the question. Someone asks how is my house? My whalamji is full of everything. The ease of being embraced and opened up is the essence of love. Where else would you find a home for two lovers to embrace each other? The house is considered as the corner of the world. The truth is that the home is a self-recharging furnace. A home with everything in order gives the feel of a hotel. Now the house is artistically decorated. The address has become a Live Location. Both the postman and the doorbell are missing. Entry with password adorns the door. The plank has flown somewhere like city sparrows. The silence of the house wakes up through the night to soothe the loneliness in the Wifi connection. Window curtains do not open. Sunlight is fixed in the photo frame. The feeling of home has been suffocated in the planning of building a house. Still, a home is a home. The splendor of the rental house is not less! As much as hotels are nice, they are raw compared to home. A man may be sad when he comes home but when he leaves the house he is full of confidence. Even in a troubled home, the splendor of joy shines brightly. Everyone has their own corner in their home. Where his dialogue with himself goes on without saying anything. The last lines of Niranjan Bhagat's poem about 'Ghar' are to be enjoyed. Wherever you see everyone's faces, you are in awe, tell me everywhere, isn't it your home? Who do you call that house? Home is the place where the tiredness of the whole day melts away in the smiles of our loved ones waiting with joy. A house can also be in subtle form. The definition of home becomes immeasurable before one who thinks the whole world is his. If he takes action, all those places are absorbed in the scope of his house. The house is stable. It stabilizes our movement. Ask the thinking man with the wheels on his feet for the 'Hash' experience of entering the house! Ekanta wanted to bloom in many forms and then what happened became home! Home is a garden of solitude. People who still live in the same house where they spent their childhood have a history. Rarely are those lucky enough to guard the house with their inner child. Those who live away from home now have the luxury of memories. Remembrance never gives a sense of transcendence! Even if it is sad or ripe, the bite of memory is good. The house is inanimate but in its consciousness the human spirit becomes active. The prayers of the elders are never dull when guarding the house! Elders are just as fond of home as they are of spending time waiting for those who are not at home. Chen is a state that everyone has to find in their own way – according to convenience. After entering the house, he who keeps his shoes on even after taking off his shoes, does not have the integrity of the city! Comfort trades between home wear and office wear at home and in the city. What is sometimes not found in the city is rooted in the home. The search is never complete. Yet his efforts are always like a bird perching from one branch to another. Shares of Manoj Khanderia. Which one spends the whole life in search of, and the same thing happens under the feet. The talk of 'Gharni vata rahay rakhay' – is now being explored. The word 'explore' has entered town with a new definition. Even if the house is small, if you add Facebook, Instagram, Twitter all, the size is beyond the square fit. Just as there is movement of empty breath in the house of the body. On the Beats, don't you insist on coming home, if you don't have a home, you won't be allowed? – Khalil Dhantejvi
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Offbeat: The talk of everyone's home…
