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src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*XDQG5O-e_kqalo_21lyJ6A.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo: Author</figcaption></figure><p id="51b9">Rented homes in Toronto and Lake Forest (US) hold a very special place in my heart. Delicious memories of spending time with my children make me deliriously happy. Our home was always full of fun and laughter. Now living alone with Luke (my cat) is the best phase of my life, but I still miss the sweet smell of my native place from time to time.</p><p id="deb6">Home is where the Sun shines more brightly. Home is where the rain drenches the sky into a rainbow beautifully. Home is where the moonlight glows generously. Home is where the breeze blows melodiously.</p><p id="6555">© Fatima Imam</p><figure id="e204"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*CmaMHMKtcrX3NaN1QxW0Xg.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo: Author</figcaption></figure><figure id="6843"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*3TwO78uuK5q09gVPVIpKyg.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo: Author</figcaption></figure><p id="a336">*My paternal family has been living in Kalanpur (Uttar Pradesh) for the last 350 years. In the early 20th century, there was an exodus to move to the cities for

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education and employment, but the connection to the ancestral home was never broken. Now the village has become quite modernized with schools, colleges, and a nearby airport (around 50 km from Varanasi airport).</p><p id="e521">Sincere thanks <a href="undefined">𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.</a> for this lovely prompt that brought back so many memories. 🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Here’s the prompt:</p><div id="bf04" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/inspiring-prompts-e0fd6759b40b"> <div> <div> <h2>Inspiring Prompts #2</h2> <div><h3>Tuesday & Thursday edition</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*sdIsdzEwjJk49k8P61y23w.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="d3e4">Thank you, everyone, who will read, highlight, clap and comment on my poem about my modest home in rural India.🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ This place is near the holiest places of India: Varanasi and Sarnath. If anyone ever visits India, you’re most welcome to visit my native place. 😊😊😊😊</p></article></body>

Homesickness (for a home to which you cannot return to or perhaps for the Source itself)

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Home is where the heart lives. Home will always be our house in a small village in India. Rebuilt by my grandfather as a family home away from the mayhem of the city.* We only went there once a year.

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Our house has a picturesque view of a lake in the front and green irrigated fields at the back. There are some guava and mango trees in the backyard. As children, the entire village was our playground, where we could go anywhere to play and hang out. We spent hours running in the fields, hitching bullock cart rides or playing hide and seek with our friends.

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Rented homes in Toronto and Lake Forest (US) hold a very special place in my heart. Delicious memories of spending time with my children make me deliriously happy. Our home was always full of fun and laughter. Now living alone with Luke (my cat) is the best phase of my life, but I still miss the sweet smell of my native place from time to time.

Home is where the Sun shines more brightly. Home is where the rain drenches the sky into a rainbow beautifully. Home is where the moonlight glows generously. Home is where the breeze blows melodiously.

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*My paternal family has been living in Kalanpur (Uttar Pradesh) for the last 350 years. In the early 20th century, there was an exodus to move to the cities for education and employment, but the connection to the ancestral home was never broken. Now the village has become quite modernized with schools, colleges, and a nearby airport (around 50 km from Varanasi airport).

Sincere thanks 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. for this lovely prompt that brought back so many memories. 🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Here’s the prompt:

Thank you, everyone, who will read, highlight, clap and comment on my poem about my modest home in rural India.🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ This place is near the holiest places of India: Varanasi and Sarnath. If anyone ever visits India, you’re most welcome to visit my native place. 😊😊😊😊