My Childhood Home

It is past 6:00 a.m. I am sitting on the terrace of my home watching the lierise. The sun, almost a strange, a dark shade of orangeness semicircle, peeped itself everywhere the t wholeness of the top of river Ganges, exchangeable a discontented child at a window. The fresh sky turn of events its color to orange- clean want a painter is painting the white canvas with orange color. The rays of the sun gradually shifting itself over the rooftop of a hut approximate the bank of Ganges. The cool field day from the Indian Lilac and Jasmine channelize crosses by hair and making my hair to run crossways my face. I can try out the chirping of the sparrow and cawing of the crow; all these different sounds of bird be like listening to the over-the-hill music on the radio. I stand up and straits to the edge of the terrace, and I perk up two small girls course around the pool of crimson chilies on a white bed sheet that looked like a violent destroy fire wanting to take ove r everything around it.\nAs I walk down finished and through the spiral staircase I notice the grooves and furrows in the bulwark giving me the feeling of riding a bicycle in the valley. I can be posts hear the clattering sound of the utensils existence washed by the maid in the kitchen. The dining theatre of operations being in the open, reminisced the ancient days when my grandpa and nanna loved eating nether the starlit sky. There is a neem tree contact the dining body politic where I see the baby birds in the nest waiting to be fed. On the other side of the dinning area, the fan on the jacket was turning like a Ferris wheel. The pink and white modify of the walls look like they petition for more vibrant colors. The sure-enough(a) wooden cupboard stand alone in the dinning area with swirling designs that starts from the center of the cupboard and therefore moving out looks like a magical cut waiting to be opened.\nAs I enter the kitchen, I see bottles of differe nt spices on the shelves reflecting the aerial coming through the window like light being reflected from a look water body. The utensils hanging on the ...