Ghar to ghar hota hai

No matter how far we stay from home, home is home.

They say!

Like you, I am also locked in my hostel room, it is summer time but even in this summer I am reminded of cold, my house is in Nainital, we are very cold there, same weather ( cold) all year round.

mountains live in dreams now

come to wake me in the morning

sitting together reminds

of those hills and mountains

Still the heart does not go away from the mountains

And there is no compulsion to study, I never leave the mountain..

How much has been left behind along with the end of the house

Now no naina temple is visible here

No one calls in the temple of Sani Dev

There is no love in people here

Here is the bottle water left behind

And mother's love.

all left behind ...|||

You will feel like going to Nainital, this is my city, after leaving the bus station, Naini will show you in the lake with a lot of hope.

The rickshaw wala will be waiting for Sarasvati's samosas, will call you pastry of egg market and tallital's momos and lota's jalebi will make me feel even if I am not there, Nainital is not only a city but home, feel if I ever go

I have come from Nainital i.e. mountain, but still he was always with us, sometimes in our talks and sometimes in memories..