Close to two months, I, and I’m pretty sure a lot of you out there have been home. A long, frustrating time to stay in, considering the fact, that most of us spend our lives and money just to have that home. Quite the irony I thought. And that’s why, I dedicate this post to homes. My home, for which I have a job, earn money, so that I can buy things for it, keep it cosy, keep it clean. No, think about it. If I were living on the streets, I wouldn’t care to have a fridge or a wardrobe, or a lamp. Suddenly, I have this newfound respect for this apartment that shelters me from the weather, gives me a good night’s sleep, gives me the freedom to do what I want. I won’t get into the topic of how this phenomenon called ‘home’ started. There’s a very learned, very intellectual writer called Bill Bryson who wrote a book called, ‘At Home’. He has explained well in detail, in his book, the very origin of houses and homes and how over the years, people started to take up and appreciat...