October feels like homecoming
and the tiny blue home, with worn out walls and broken window panes dance in joy on the sound of dhak in the nearby pandal .
The home smells of incense stick and fresh marigold flowers and hibiscus on the arrival of the October and the daughters and the sons,
lost, wandering in search of a piece of their own heart, in search of a home of their own.
The left out home wanted to remind them, one more time that, they can always come back to this place.
And they themselves know that no matter how many houses they built, how many places they visit,
this old, worn-out walls, and broken window panes will always be their home.
And October will always feel like homecoming.