Where Is Home, My Child?

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Having traversed the arduous, yet remarkable path of life, in which she had donned roles, as varied as imagination itself; always transforming, at times not so seamlessly too, carrying the burden of definitions and adjectives all along; from a young woman with untamed ambitions to a home-maker with none; from being someone who dreamt through the innocent eyes of a toddler to a young loner; from a struggling single mother to a gracefully ageing success story, she had travelled far away from home, still seeking a welcome.
She looked at him, and his majestic self.
“Where is home, my child?”
“Right here, Father. Right here.”
-Prateek Pradeep Mathur  | Edited by Aditi Dhasmana



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