At home...

With the everlasting struggle to call physical spaces home, I realized how at ease I feel at home (my parents's logically) when the first thing I do upon reaching is re-arrange the showcase in living room, alter the layout of sofa cushions, ask random questions about stuff in kitchen, magnets on the refrigerator door, shoot my disappointment over the state of the bookshelf. Of course baba (dad) is generally excited to have us vacationing and aai is generally elated (and amused) how I start claiming my rights (smug opinions) about stuff :D (there is a joy in this I tell you!)

So adding to the list of 'things' that make something 'home-like'. The ability to ask questions, random questions, stupid questions, nonsense questions, tough questions, will-make-you-think-real-hard questions.

May be home is where you unlearn knowledge and be just plain curious. Sometimes despite of being territorial and sentimental.