Home Sweet Home

Woof. Woof woof. The consistent barking of my neighbors dog awakens me. I look outside the window only to earn its just 5 oclock in the morning. Four hours onward I need to get ready to head out with my family for a Sunday outing. No use hitting the pillow now. I wint be able to sleep anyhow. , I tell myself. Having no clue how to spend these 5 hours, I start walking just about my house. My way, with its orange hues, is the brightest one of all the rooms. Be it summer, winter or monsoon, the room is always airy with plenty of light.Passing by my pargonnts room, I whole tone a sense of warmth. The beige and cascade green always make me feel warm inside. I make myself a cup of hot deep brown and head towards our balcony, which faces the beautiful, lush green lawns next to the slope of the nearby hill. I take a deep breath, inhaling the beautiful aroma of the wet soil. The chirps and trills and cuckoos of the birds overhear my attention. People say, birds never visit places where we stay. That is so not trueA person just has to get up early and have a stroll down the road near his house. Its hard to study that there are so many of them around us. Soon, I delay a few people walking down the road. As beat passes by, more people appear and so do their vehicles. The sounds of the feathered friends are replaced by the honking and beeping of the cars and scooters. Just then, my mom reminds me that I have to get ready, terminal the delightful moments I just experienced. However, there would be more such mornings and I certainly look forward to them.