It was a home that changed its shape every time she tried to escape it. So that she would feel that she was in the new home, and she has escaped the old one already. But every time she opened the door of that home and stepped out, the grass under her feet felt the same. The color of the sky looked the same. The touch of that breeze on her skin felt the same too. Once, she turned around and looked at that home and asked herself why wasn't she able to feel any different after escaping so many homes, so many times? Was it about that home after all? Or was it about herself? ©Akshay Vasu The home she tried to escape #home #she #memories #escape
