What feels like Home

Home is not just walls or a place; home is the embrace of my parents, the safety of knowing they were my roots. Home is the laughter and warmth of family, the place where I first learnt love and belonging.

Home is, in my amazing, beautiful girls, in their voices, their hugs, and the way they carry parts of me within them. With them, I feel both anchor and purpose. They remind me that love can be reborn and that my body gave life to something sacred.

But most of all, I am learning that home is where the heart is, not in fixed destinations, but within me. My sacred body is my true home, where I carry my stories, my scars, my resilience, and my love. Wherever I go, I carry home within.

Sunitta-Saira. Jethnani