about places

That's the thing about homes. I try to be wherever I am. Finding myself my home. But I always, always blend myself into the homes. Like the old House in a rural village of Rajasthan. The off roads in auroville, every alternate wave of Pondicherry beach. The Bamboo forest near my 'first'home, the room with blue curtains that filter the sunlight into beautiful shades. and in the heart of some humans . I keep leaving parts of myself in these homes. Or am I taking a part of it with me? I blend myself to the surrounding like the old neem tree blends itself into the night sky.