Everybody has a home, if not a house. Unarguably, home is the most private place for a person. People need safety and we feel safe, hopefully, in our homes. We can relax and forget about everything in this wonderful place. Is that why the proverb “East or West, Home is Best” sounds like music to the ears. One’s home ideally, is a little world where one can make own rules and live according to them. There are no penalties or punishment for violating the rules. Problems seem slighter, troubles vanish, difficult matters become easier.
Having eulogised the home to the extent of creating the feel of living in heaven, it is more a wish than hope that every citizen in the land or anywhere on earth lives in his or her home in unbounded comfort and zero risk. However, to visit others’ homes or to travel to different places or to commute within the city of one’s residence, one has no option other than taking-to-the-road as it were. But, spelling the word with capital B, citizens have to share the road space with road-users rushing madly in their motorised vehicles, other walkers, strays and regulators of traffic who are vested with the onerous responsibility of ensuring movement of all road users is 100 per cent free of risk to life and limbs. However, the citizens have proved the spoilsport in making both roads and footpaths unsafe to step on.
