The Home Away From Home

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Have you ever missed a home away from home that never existed?


The home that is filled with love and peace instead of chaos and quarrels, starting the day with slow mornings and a cup of coffee in New York City, and ending it with the views of sunsets through the Brooklyn Bridge in your flat that serve as a special treat to your eyes.


Those snowflakes feel happy on your skin, and the dazzling Christmas lights, grabbing a hot chocolate in your hands and those cozy dreams.



Sometimes the home might be a person we never met, whom we expected to do so, who feels like a warm hug in the midst of the winter arc, in whom you find peace and happiness, forgetting those nights you've spent with nervous breakdowns and aching pain in your chest. 


Someone who pours into your heart without making you yearn for it, that kind of love you always craved. Someone who feels calm to your soul instead of triggering your emotional traumas. Someone who feels like extra sugar in your coffee, that sweetness.


The urge to meet them and never try to escape from their hold is just as high as my adrenaline rush.


Yup, we do start missing things that never existed, but we're sure we'll find ways to create them, no matter what, like we always do. And that's the beauty of it.


                 ~ Akshaya Senthilkumar 🩷🌷

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  1. Anonymous18 October 2025 at 17:17

    ❤️❤️

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  2. Shakkiya18 October 2025 at 17:17

    Heartwarming one❤️

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  3. Anonymous18 October 2025 at 17:18

    Wowww🫠❤️

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  4. Anonymous18 October 2025 at 23:03

    It's something which every person would hv felt sometime or craved for 🫠

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