As they were sitting on that old bank in the park admiring the “nothing” in a noisy silence, he looked at her suddenly and interrupted that silence saying:
– So ur going back to homeland ..
– Yeah .. I am.
-Don’t u feel here like u r in ur homeland?
She smiled without looking at him .. and said:
-Here is where I feel at home .. There is where I feel at homeland.
He felt a little bit confused ..
-As if there is a difference between both of them!
-Indeed .. There is a difference .. Home is where I find my safety .. Homeland is where I find my identity .. I felt safe here with u coz I was simply with my elder brother .. But it is there where I find my identity .. It is there where I find myself .. It is there where I belong brother .. I don’t belong here .. A fish can’t live in a fancy palace!
-But u r not a fish!
-And here ain’t a palace 🙂