When a girl leaves her home after marriage then she misses the childhood moments she had... her mother's scold, her father's love , sibling hood, the lovely and warm bed, the book shelf, and the old toys of innocence....but after she goes to her husband's abode, the house starts growing into a comfortable home....and then this same house also grows into a strange corridor when her own children keeps her at an old age home...now finally that becomes the real home o her....and this pain is only understood by the one who leaves "home"....

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