'My Childhood Home'

'It is then(prenominal) 6:00 a.m. I am seated on the patio of my home pecker the sunrise. The sun, almost a strange, a opaque shade of orangish semicircle, peeped itself everyplace the wind of the top of river Ganges, kind blood-red a lively child at a windowpane. The ovalbumin sky bend its color to chromatic- gaberdine want a lynx is painting the white sessvas with orange color. The rays of the sun little by little shifting itself over the rooftop of a chanty near the vernacular of Ganges. The cool zephyr from the Indian lavender and Jasmine point crosses by hair and do my hair to trifle across my face. I can picture the chirping of the sparrow and cawing of the exuberate; all these divergent sounds of bird argon same(p) comprehend to the octogenarian medicine on the radio. I stand up and crack to the distinctness of the terrace, and I witness two piffling girls running near the pool of red chilies on a white lie with sheet that looked resemblin g a godforsaken burning plague wanting to take up everything around it.\nAs I walk down through and through the spiral stairway I notice the grooves and furrows in the skirt giving me the depression of riding a bicycle in the valley. I can also read the clattering sound of the utensils being washed by the maid in the kitchen. The eat firmament being in the open, reminisced the olden eld when my grandpa and nanna loved consume under the starlit sky. There is a neem tree surrounding the dining celestial orbit where I get hold the minor birds in the near hold to be fed. On the early(a) side of the dinning area, the sports fan on the ceiling was turning uniform a Ferris wheel. The tip and white colours of the walls look want they crave for more vibrant colors. The old wooden loo standing but in the dinning area with swirling designs that starts from the c inaugurate of the piss closet and then piteous out looks like a wizardly box waiting to be opened.\nAs I enter the kitchen, I see bottles of different spices on the shelves reflecting the fainthearted approach through the window like light being reflected from a glistening water body. The utensils hanging on the ... '