this is the place where i lived the longest. but, i guess, that is the kind we expect from everyone. people settling down in their places of birth.
in my younger years, i never thought of going somewhere else. but somehow life leads us to many different places. when i set my foot out of this place, i dreaded the thought of coming back. but after years of aimless wandering, here i am again. barging into my brother’s life. uninvited.
i don’t know what awaits me here (many things i am presently unsure of). but this is the only place i can think about starting all over again. there could be more reasons why i came back. closures. or maybe i did not have had enough time bereaving my mother’s loss. or it only proves the saying that there is no place like home.
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