Where dreams dwelve - Part 1.

 A glimpse into my house......

I was a little girl, but I remember vividly,

The rented house we stayed in, I recall clearly,

It wasn't owned by us so the landlord was the ultimate domineer,

Main gates closed before 11 at night, rules we couldn't shear,

TV antenna we weren’t allowed to hoist,

Not even allowed to go up the terrace joist.

Fed up one day, my dad bought an apartment,

My mom was happy, she could decorate it, to her contentment,

It wasn't as big as our rented house,

But gladly enough, it belonged to us,

We sisters had no personal room as such,

But staying in our own house, living freely, was overmuch,

Now, we could put up the TV antenna, come home late after dinners,

Without any stress nor behaving like sinners.

We happily played in our courtyard,

Not worrying about breaking things into shards,

My mom, now, didn't have to carry pitchers of water, up the floor,

We had taps in the kitchen, bathrooms, and a tank to store,

My grandparents now stayed with us happily,

They used to avoid visiting the former house on the 1st floor, previously.

The prior society and the neighbors were extremely supportive,

But even in the new vicinity, everyone was cooperative,

I grew up into a teenager there and then into a young lass,

Enjoyed every moment there, as it passed.

Then I got married, I left that abode,

Always wanting to revisit, whenever I could,

But then my parents decided to shift in a  Bungalow,

I was happy to see them flourish and grow,

The attachment with the old house remains forever,

This new habitat is equally beautiful, however.

Bungalow gives you more independence,

All the rights are at your ascendence,

Now there's a room for every family member,

Every corner is fresh and bright, nothing's somber,

There's a lawn for my kids to play,

They are elated, at Nani's, to stay,

There's a walking track for mom and me to walk on,

With thousands of topics, for us, to chat on,

My dad's garden merrily blossoms,

With a variety of flowers, having tints awesome.

Shifting houses is an experience in itself,

Enriching the worldliness of oneself!

It doesn't matter much what kind of house you've got, as long as it's a happy home! ~  Steve Forbert.

I am summing up the experience with my Maayka in Glose poetry form. That was how my house was before marriage.

But my husband's story is different from this.

Keep reading to find out more in this series.

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