There’s something magical about this journey back home. It’s not just a drive; it’s returning to the familiar, warmth, and sense of belonging.

With every turn along the serpentine road, memories set in time came closer. The trees appeared to sway in welcome, the roadside stalls held whispers from childhood, while the air grew warmer, alive with comfort.

And then there was home, which was not just a place but a feeling, reminding me that no matter how far I go, the road to home will always remain my favourite.