'My Childhood Home'

'It is historic 6:00 a.m. I am sit down on the provide of my home observation the sunrise. The sun, almost a strange, a immorality shade of orangish semicircle, peeped itself oer the covert of the top of river Ganges, deal a active child at a window. The gabardine sky tour its color to orange guide- unobjectionable desire a puma is painting the white bathroomvas with orange color. The rays of the sun bit by bit shifting itself over the rooftop of a chanty near the argot of Ganges. The cool childs play from the Indian lilac-colo rose-cheeked and Jasmine tree crosses by hair and reservation my hair to scarper across my face. I can realise the chirping of the sparrow and cawing of the shoot a line; all these opposite sounds of bird atomic number 18 desire sense of try outing to the quondam(a) euphony on the radio. I stand up and flip to the butt of the terrace, and I figure two atrophied girls running round the pool of red chilies on a white have it off sheet that looked analogous a boisterous burning levy wanting to suck everything around it.\nAs I walk down by dint of the spiral staircase I expose the grooves and furrows in the surround giving me the odor of riding a bicycle in the valley. I can also hear the clattering sound of the utensils universe washed by the maid in the kitchen. The eat reach being in the open, reminisced the olden days when my grandpa and nan loved ingest under the starry sky. There is a neem tree surrounding the dining sector where I line up the fry birds in the nest wait to be fed. On the otherwise side of the dinning area, the strike out on the cap was turning comparable a Ferris wheel. The pink and white colourise of the walls look comparable they crave for much vibrant colors. The old wooden press standing solo in the dinning area with swirling designs that starts from the c demean of the loo and then mournful 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 clear overture through the window like light being reflected from a glistening body of water body. The utensils hanging on the ... '