Its good to be at peace.
To not to have to think twice before speaking.
To hear the chirping of the cuckoo clock which is a year older than I am.
To see an actual bath-tub in the bathroom.
To experience uninterrupted electricity supply.
To have healthy meals on time.
To watch football on a flat-screen with Ma and Baba.
To know that the sea is just around the corner.
To cruise through spanking clean roads at 120 km/hr.
To be in a place bursting with memories.
To not hate weekends.
Its good to be home.