"having someone who believes in you and a place to stay out of trouble"
Lets pass the who part and jump to the where part. When the days are considered as holy, I can't find one person who is not aiming to go to the place where they can stay out of trouble. A home.
Few days ago, I dropped the one who is in blood correlated with me, to a bus station. So thrilled to go to the one place where she can stay out of trouble. It's kinda weird actually when I saw that thrill. Weren't I suppose to have that thrill too ?

Trouble finds me, anywhere I go. And I just lost the definition of a home looking like the above picture when I looked into my mother's eyes the day she knew about my precious.
I guess the where part for me is not a place anymore.
~a thought in a 'crowded' silent night,
after few agarbattis in my longing for him
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