House: a structure made of bricks and concrete. Yet it is the place you feel you’re the most vulnerable and the strongest. It gives you peace and belongingness. Having a roof over one’s head is really fortunate. One may say that a house becomes liveable and feels like home because of the people it is associated with. It is true, but it is also about its individual characteristics and its neighbourhood that gives it distinctiveness and makes it a unique place that one wants to return to. The locality, the nature, the hustle around: everything makes a house unique.
Describe what you like about your house and give a sneak peak of your surroundings Essay
I am blessed enough to have a family that built their own house in a town in the outskirts of one of the metropolitan cities of India. My house is two-storeyed. It has a small family room where all my family members gather around in the evening to have some tea and snacks while we discuss our day, share anecdotes and watch Television. It is the place where my grandmother visits to tell me about her youth and the days gone by: how she with her family came to India from then East Pakistan during the partition of our motherland. It is also the place where we welcome our guests to have some good time. The next is a dining room where we have a wall cabinet that stores our favourite crockeries and a six-seater wooden dining table. Though it is just meant to have food together, we do share some laughter after our leisure dinners. My dining room also houses a big painting of a bowl of fruits that I painted years back and got appreciated by my parents that they thought it belonged where it is. There’s also a big washroom with attached laundry area connected to the dining. It is used by my parents and guests when they come over. The dining leads to the kitchen which is my family’s safe haven. Both my parents love to cook, which in turn made me attracted towards this skill and now we all take turns to have good food. It is a place where we have individual times of experimentation, sometimes resulting in deliciousness and in others some mediocre food. But we do know how experiments lead to some phenomenal results, don’t we?
There’s the master bedroom in the ground floor itself: my parents’ room. It also houses a wall cabinet with some books and essential linens. A king sized bed with a huge painting of Chaukhamba Peak seen from Madhyamaheshwar in the Garhwal Himalayas are the main elements of the room. My family loves to travel, and it is always good to have things in our house that reminds us of the most memorable places we were fortunate enough to visit. The stairs beside the bedroom leads to a room in the mezzanine floor that has eventually become a room where guests stay over in a makeshift bed, and a room where we get ready otherwise. It has a cabinet that stores our clothes and a beautiful floor length mirror attached to a dressing table that was bought by my father during my parents’ marriage. This floor leads to the upper floor that first has a small area where my mother worships the idols of the Gods and Goddesses she believes in. This area leads to an open terrace that is an all-time favourite of Indians, especially during winters. My room also is in this floor where I spend the most time with my studies and hobbies. It also has a small washroom. My room is also attached to a small balcony that houses my favourite plants.
My house has a small kitchen garden in the backyard which overlooks a neighbouring pond. A temple, a playing ground which becomes a celebratory area during festivals and some good people are in my neighbourhood. One can be said as lucky to have such a locality where I live: quite distant from the metropolitan but still has all the necessities: a farmers’ market, the municipality, post office, police station, railways, a shopping mall and a hospital. You name it, I might have it at a short distance from my house.
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