Home Sweet Home

Woof. Woof woof. The consistent barking of my neighbors dog awakens me. I look outside the window only to realize its just 5 oclock in the morning. Four hours before I need to attempt ready to head out with my family for a sunshine outing. No use hitting the pillow now. I wont be able to pile anyhow. , I tell myself. Having no clue how to spend these 5 hours, I start walking just about 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 always airy with raft of light.Passing by my parents room, I feel a sense of warmth. The beige and cascade green always shuffling me feel warm inside. I make myself a cup of hot coffee and head towards our balcony, which faces the beautiful, degraded green lawns next to the slope of the ariseby hill. I take a deep breath, inhaling the beautiful aroma of the wet soil. The chirps and trills and cuckoos of the birds draw my attention. People say, birds never visit places whe re we stay. That is so not trueA mortal just has to get up early and have a stroll down the road near his house. Its hard to believe that there are so many of them around us. Soon, I check off a few people walking down the road. As time passes by, more people get along 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, ending the delightful moments I just experienced. However, there would be more such mornings and I sure look forward to them.