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Rinchenpong is a beautiful place in West Sikkim. We were staying in Yangsum Heritage Farm (Pictured above)

It was late evening. There was stillness all around us. It seemed as if we were far far away from civilization. There were three of us– sitting on the grass. Making an attempt to discover more about each other. In Rinchenpong which was not home to any one of us.

I suddenly asked : “What does home mean to you?’

My friend S said, “I carry home with me.” The previous day, she was telling about how she misses home when she travels for a long time. I reminded her of the sentence and asked her, “If home is within you then why do you miss home?” She agreed with me, thought for a little while. She said, “Home is where my bookshelves are.” She laughed, “There are times when I travel for long and I miss my pillow. So, home is actually where my pillow is.”

K is a bright, articulate young tourist guide who is constantly on the move. He lost his parents when he was very young. He said, “Home is where my grandmother and sister live. Home is where I just don’t have to do anything. I get my tea while sleeping under my quilt. The comfort of knowing that you are with your loved ones.”

He then added, “I don’t like this quietness. There’s no television here. I have no news channels to watch. I don’t know what is happening in the world outside this place.”

“I love it when I am home. I just lie on my bed and keep on watching TV news. It feels so nice.”

We all laughed and then added, “So, home is where the TV is..or to be more specific where you can watch the news channels.”

They asked me the question I was asking them.

I said, “Home is where I can be naked… physically, emotionally.” Comfortable in my physical skin. Comfortable in my emotional skin.

The evening was achingly beautiful.

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About Deepika Sahu

I earn my living through writing stories, editing what other people write (in simple terms I am a journalist). I dream of opening a cafeteria in the mountains, owning a beach home on the shores of Bay of Bengal... but right now, they all seem like wild dreams.. A gypsy at heart --- am passionate about life, music, words, cooking for people I love, soaking in the lashing rain and just looking at the changing colours of the sky.... And I am a great fan of the Indian Railways and I long to travel in First Class AC coupe across India.....with my man

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