My childhood home knows me from my core.
It allowed the first sunrays to touch my skin ensuring the rays were soft on my new skin.
I was a lonely child but everything there ensured i was never alone.

I know it remembers my little toes running through it's floor
with giggles full of hopes.
It made sure i was safe there and my heart was protected from rest of the world.
The December days with pink cheeks wondering through my fantasizing eyes in the little garden of mysteries .
The brightest sky above, the freshest airs , all of the beauty made my soul alive .
Talking to the mirror and telling it about the world..it told i was golden but i was always so young.

My plushies cried alongwith me and soaked my tears within them.
They know that i was fragile yet...