# A Place That Felt Like Home #

What’s a place you visited that felt like home?

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this Blog finds you in a cheerful mood.

Today’s writing prompt question is very interesting:

“What’s a place you visited that felt like home?”

At first, the question made me pause.

How can a place we merely visit feel like home?

Then I realised something beautiful—home is not always the place where we have an address. Sometimes, it is simply the place where our heart feels at peace.

“Home is not a place; it is a feeling.”

If I have to answer this question honestly, my answer would be Kolkata.

I was born in Bihar and spent an important part of my childhood there. Bihar will always remain connected to my roots, my memories and my identity.

But Kolkata became a different kind of home.

I lived there for nearly twenty years. I worked there, raised my family there, made friends there, celebrated festivals there, travelled through its crowded streets and watched the city change with time.

Eventually, Kolkata stopped feeling like a place where I was posted.

It became a place where I belonged.

There is something wonderfully comforting about returning to a familiar street, recognising an old shopkeeper, hearing the familiar sounds of traffic, seeing people rushing towards their daily lives and knowing exactly where you want to have your evening tea.

These little things quietly build a relationship between a person and a city.

What makes a place feel like home?

Is it the house?

The food?

The people?

The language?

Perhaps it is all of these—and something more difficult to explain.

When we travel, we are often attracted by beautiful mountains, beaches, monuments and landscapes. We take photographs and collect memories.

But sometimes, the most powerful memory is not a spectacular view.

It is a feeling of familiarity.

A cup of tea at a roadside stall.

A friendly smile from a stranger.

A peaceful walk in a familiar neighbourhood.

The sound of children playing.

A sunset that somehow reminds you of another evening many years ago.

These ordinary moments can make an unfamiliar place strangely intimate.

“Some places are visited by the feet; others are remembered by the heart.”

As we grow older, our definition of home changes.

When we are young, home may mean our parents, our childhood room, our school and the neighbourhood where we played.

Later, home becomes associated with our spouse, children, responsibilities and memories.

And after retirement, perhaps we begin to understand that home is also about peace.

  • A place where we can slow down.
  • A place where nobody expects us to prove anything.
  • A place where we can simply be ourselves.

That is why I believe a place can feel like home even if we did not grow up there.

I have travelled to beautiful places and experienced breathtaking moments. The mountains of Sikkim, the beaches, spontaneous journeys and family trips have all left beautiful footprints in my memory.

But the places that stay with us forever are not necessarily the most beautiful ones.

  • They are the places where we laughed.
  • Where we loved.
  • Where we struggled.
  • Where we changed.
  • Where somebody welcomed us.

And sometimes, where we discovered a new version of ourselves.

“We don’t remember places only for what we saw there, but for who we became while we were there.”

So, if you ask me, “What’s a place you visited that felt like home?”

I would say Kolkata.

Perhaps because I did not merely visit Kolkata.

I lived it.

I gave the city some of my most productive years, and in return, it gave me friendships, memories, experiences and countless stories.

Today, wherever I travel, I enjoy discovering new places.

But there is something special about returning to a place that whispers:

“Welcome back. I remember you.”

And perhaps that is the real meaning of home.

Home is not always where we started our journey.

Sometimes, home is the place where our heart quietly decides to stay.

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  1. What a beautiful reflection, Verma ji! 🙏

    Your words touched my heart deeply. The way you distinguished between Bihar as your roots and Kolkata as your home is so true — roots give us our identity, but home gives us our belonging. And you’re absolutely right, “home is not a place; it is a feeling.”

    I loved how you captured the quiet magic of ordinary moments — a roadside cup of tea, a familiar shopkeeper’s face, the sound of children playing. These are the things that truly bind us to a place, far more than any monument or landscape ever could.

    Your line — “We don’t remember places only for what we saw there, but for who we became while we were there” — is going to stay with me for a long time. That’s the essence of it all, isn’t it?

    Twenty years in Kolkata, raising a family, building friendships, living through its festivals and streets — no wonder the city whispers “Welcome back, I remember you.” You didn’t just visit Kolkata; you truly lived it, and it clearly lived in you too.

    Thank you for sharing such a soulful piece. It made me pause and think about my own “Kolkata” — the place my heart quietly decided to stay. ❤️

    Beautifully written, sir. Keep sharing!

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    • Thank you so much, my friend, for such a beautiful and heartfelt response. 🙏❤️ Your words have added another layer of meaning to my reflection.

      I truly believe that our roots tell us where we come from, but the places where we live, love, struggle, celebrate, and build relationships become a part of who we are. Bihar will always be my roots, while Kolkata will remain a deeply cherished part of my life and memories.

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  2. I agree with you. When a place feels comfortable and makes you feel at home, then you are home.

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    • Absolutely, my friend. ❤️🏡
      I feel the same way. Home is not always defined by four walls, an address, or a particular city. It is that feeling of comfort, belonging, and peace where the heart quietly says, “I am where I should be.”

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  3. Beautiful article filled with warmth and positive energy!

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  4. I think as employees who get posted to various places throughout their career, it is important to embrace the new place as quickly as possible. I spent 3 years being moved about in my first career. Some postings were only for 3 months and it became a chore after a while to be continually pulled away. My place that feels most like home right now is Jasper, whether we are in our usual PLB resort or in a hotel. It is like my soul breathes a sigh of relief once we are in the mountains. Have a wonderful day. Allan

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    • Thank you, Allan. I can certainly relate to what you mean. Frequent postings can teach us to adapt quickly, but when you are constantly being moved, it can also become emotionally exhausting. Every new place asks you to start again—new surroundings, new people, new routines.

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  5. Verma ji, Kolkata comes alive here not as a city, but as a chapter of life. Your thought that some places are remembered not for what we saw, but for who we became there, captures the true meaning of home beautifully. ❤️

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  6. I have lived in Kolkata for four years, and I still feel there is a little bit of Kolkata in me. Some places you visit; some places quietly become part of you. 😊

    Proud to say I belong to the places I have lived in, and Kolkata has a special place in my memories. ❤️

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    • Beautifully expressed! 😊 Some cities are not merely places where we live; they slowly become part of our stories, memories, and even our personality.

      Kolkata has that special magic—it has a way of staying with you through its warmth, culture, old-world charm, and countless little memories. ❤️ Perhaps after four years, you don’t just carry memories of Kolkata… a little bit of Kolkata carries on within you.

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