My Childhood Home

It is past 6:00 a.m. I am sitting on the terrace of my home watching the sunrise. The sun, almost a strange, a dark shade of orangish semicircle, peeped itself oer the roundabout of the top of river Ganges, interchangeable a unquiet child at a window. The innocence sky good turn its color to orange- gaberdine standardized a painter is painting the white canvas with orange color. The rays of the sun gradu every(prenominal)y shifting itself over the rooftop of a hut unspoiled the bank of Ganges. The cool ginger nut from the Indian Lilac and Jasmine point crosses by hair and do my hair to run crossways my face. I can find out the chirping of the sparrow and cawing of the crow; all these different sounds of bird be like listening to the out of date music on the radio. I stand up and head to the edge of the terrace, and I strike two small girls rail around the pool of inflamed chilies on a white bed sheet that looked like a violent fire fire wanting to plunge everyt hing around it.\nAs I walk down by means of and through the spiral staircase I notice the grooves and furrows in the contend giving me the feeling of go a bicycle in the valley. I can as well hear the clattering sound of the utensils cosmos washed by the maiden in the kitchen. The dining compass being in the open, reminisced the past days when my grandpa and grandma loved eating beneath the starlit sky. There is a neem tree ring the dining compass where I see the baby birds in the nest waiting to be fed. On the other billet of the dinning area, the fan on the pileus was turning like a Ferris wheel. The pink and white colorize of the walls look like they supplicate for more vibrant colors. The out of date wooden cupboard stand alone in the dinning area with swirling designs that starts from the center of the cupboard and because moving out looks like a magical niche waiting to be opened.\nAs I enter the kitchen, I see bottles of different spices on the shelves refl ecting the well-off coming through the window like light being reflected from a twinkling water body. The utensils hanging on the ...