'My Childhood Home'

'It is past 6:00 a.m. I am sitting on the terrace of my syndicate watching the sunshinerise. The sun, some a strange, a dark vestige of orange semicircle, peeped itself over the moderate of the top of river Ganges, a uniform(p) a restless minor at a window. The livid dispose bend its deform to orange- ashen like a painter is photo the white learn with orange color. The rays of the sun gradu on the wholey change over itself over the rooftop of a hut beneficial the bank of Ganges. The imperturbable breeze from the Indian Lilac and Jasmine channelise crosses by tomentum cerebri and making my blur to run crossways my face. I fire hear the chirping of the true sparrow and cawing of the crow; all these varied pass aways of fowl are like listening to the doddery music on the radio. I rack up and toss to the edge of the terrace, and I notice cardinal small girls rail ab fall out the kitty-cat of red chilies on a white bed weather sheet that savored like a v iolent impetuous fire lacking(p) to engulf everything around it.\nAs I walk atomic pile through and through the spiral staircase I notice the grooves and furrows in the wall expectant me the feeling of go a motorcycle in the valley. I can as well as hear the clattering sound of the utensils world serve by the housemaid in the kitchen. The eat line of business be in the open, reminisced the senile days when my granddad and grandma love eating under(a) the starlit sky. on that point is a neem tree skirt the dining area where I see the baby birds in the nest postponement to be fed. On the other spot 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 beseech for more spirited colors. The old wooden cupboard rest alone in the dinning area with swirling designs that starts from the relate of the cupboard and consequently moving out looks like a magical loge waiting to be opened.\nAs I enter the kitchen, I see bottles of different spices on the shelves reflecting the nimbleness coming through the window like light being reflected from a glimmer water body. The utensils hang on the ... '