Sitting in the corner of my kitchen platform having endless conversations with my mother over a cup of coffee. Somewhere between the mess in my kitchen, I have found my comfort place.
The thing about this place is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back
Home to me is a place where I do not have to mold myself to fit into. For me home lies around my grandmother ,reflecting back to these memories of spending time with her in this space is that all of my childhood experiences were filled with.
