Wednesday, December 19, 2018

'Home Sweet Home\r'

'Woof. Woof woof. The consistent barking of my neighbor’s dog awakens me. I look f every outside the windowpane only to realize its just 5 o’clock in the morning. Four hours before I need to get ready to head out with my family for a Sunday outing. â€Å"No use impinging the pillow now. I won’t be able to sleep anyhow. ”, I tell myself. Having no clue how to spend these 5 hours, I jumping walking approximately my house. My room, with its orange hues, is the brightest one of all the rooms. Be it summer, winter or monsoon, the room is unendingly airy with plenty of light.Passing by my parents’ room, I come up a sense of warmth. The beige and cascade parking area always make me feel warm inside. I make myself a cup of hot coffee tree and head towards our balcony, which faces the beautiful, lush green lawns next to the peddle of the nearby hill. I take a mysterious breath, inhaling the beautiful aroma of the wet soil. The chirps and trills and cuckoos of the birds draw my attention. good deal say, birds never visit places where we stay. That is so not reliable!A person just has to get up early and have a stroll mound the road near his house. It’s hard to see that there are so many of them around us. Soon, I see a few muckle walking down the road. As time passes by, to a greater extent people appear and so do their vehicles. The sounds of the feather 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, ending the delightful moments I just experienced. However, there would be more much(prenominal) mornings; and I certainly look forward to them.\r\n'

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