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  • One evening,some time ago, we attended a music concert.
    The singer took us all to a different world, the world of music.
    It seemed as if the singer and the listeners,
    all belonged to that world.
    The need to belong is inherent in and each and every
    one of us. That feeling gives us a sense of security. It
    is as if we have our roots somewhere. We are part of
    that whole.But ,if the sense of belonging turns to
    possessiveness, then there is trouble.
    We can never possess anyone .
    I read somewhere,
    "If you love something , set it free. If it comes back,
    it is yours. If it does not, it never was".
    My father-in-law’s elder brother passed away last
    December. He lived for 92 years in the same house.
    That house was built in place of an older house in 1931.
    He was away from his home and hearth for the few years
    while pursuing his studies.
    Imagine his sense of belonging to the place.
    The feeling must be in every pore of his being.
    He used to say that there was no place like Home.
    No other house could take its place. It was where
    he had lived and where he wanted to die.
    There was so much of love in his voice. It used
    to fill me with wonder.
    His wish was granted, he passed away in his
    bed ,in his beloved home.
    Maybe we all feel the same way.
    Our home is our citadel. It belongs to us and we belong to it.

    "Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms".
    ~William J. Bennett

    (The photo is of the house taken in early 1950s)
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