Neither a riveting adventure,
Nor an electrifying escapade;
Neither colorful mocktails
Nor tantalizing refreshments.
Be the tender pleasure
Of having water after a tiring day,
The soft snugness of my old cardigan,
The velvety breeze of my native town,
The familiar song of the monsoon.
Just be someone
I can call my home!
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