Home isn't human, nor is it tangible. Rather, It is a part of us. It is every place, every person and every thing that we've touched and that has touched us. Buildings crumble and people leave but we can always return to our memories.
Home is my mother's voice. It is the theme song of my favorite childhood TV show. It is the smell of freshly made tea, the sound of children playing football in our alley. It is the smell of the first spring rain, the excitement of first snowfall and much more...
You know how everyone says that home is where the heart is? Well, they've got it backwards. My heart is where my home is~Tehran
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