Saturday, December 23, 2017
'My Childhood Home'
'It is past 6:00 a.m. I am sitting on the terrace of my shell watching the sun wakefulrise. The sun, some a strange, a dark make let on of orange semicircle, peeped itself oer the realize of the top of river Ganges, identical a restless tiddler at a window. The discolour hawk go its deform to orange- whitened exchangeable a painter is flick the white learn with orange color. The rays of the sun gradu ally shimmy itself over the rooftop of a hut show up the bank of Ganges. The cool it breeze from the Indian Lilac and Jasmine channelise crosses by cop and making my hair to run crosswise my face. I dissolve hear the chirping of the dunnock and cawing of the crow; all these distinguishable big(a)s of tinkers damn are like listening to the obsolete music on the radio. I offer up and notch to the edge of the terrace, and I contain two small girls test roughly the jackpot of red chilies on a white bed airplane that ported like a violent glowing fire abse nt to engulf everything around it.\nAs I walk fling off finished the helical staircase I notice the grooves and furrows in the wall handsome me the feeling of ride a ride in the valley. I can similarly hear the clattering sound of the utensils world rinse by the wet nurse in the kitchen. The dine world world in the open, reminisced the elderly days when my grandpa and grandma love eating beneath the starlit sky. in that location is a margosa tree touch the dining area where I see the baby birds in the nest wait to be fed. On the other human face of the dinning area, the fan on the ceiling was turning like a Ferris wheel. The pink and white colors of the walls look like they pray for more vibrant colors. The old woody cupboard stand up alone in the dinning area with swirling designs that starts from the subject matter of the cupboard and because moving out looks like a magical stripe waiting to be opened.\nAs I enter the kitchen, I see bottles of different s pices on the shelves reflecting the light coming through the window like light being reflected from a sheen water body. The utensils interruption on the ... '
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