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I slip my hands into my pockets and carry on walking on the crowded pavement. I hear the sound of loud chatters, the laughter, people standing outside the restaurant waiting for the table, a group of youngsters’ busy planning the weekend.

A band of guitarists playing at one corner of the street engaging every passerby. Few are standing to kill the time and other appreciating the artists with wide eyes. I pause to listen.

After a right turn then a left turn I reach to a place, I call my own, my home. I enter and silence welcomes me. That silence tells me that, ‘now you are safe inside the walls of this house’. My home is the most comforting place on this planet where I shed all the pretense and be myself. My house is my safe haven.