My Sweet Home

All kinds of people live in this world. Some are fortunate to have facilities while some do not. In a country like India, where the majority of the population lives below the poverty line. I consider myself thankful that I am protected by four walls and one roof. Many people in the world spend their lives on the sidewalk, I consider myself lucky that I have a family and a small but beautiful house to cover my head.

It is the hard work of my parents that has blessed me with this home. In today's world, many people are always complaining about things that they do not have. The one who has a house wants a bungalow. The one who has a bungalow wants a palace. Living in a castle wants an island. This never-ending wish begins. If we look at people below us instead of those above us, we will be happy in life.

The house is not small or big. Home is just home. Home is where mom and dad, the whole family live together. We have many feelings attached to the home. My home is in the state of Uttarakhand, a state in northern India crossed by the Himalayas which is known for its Hindu pilgrimage sites. My house has three rooms, two balconies and ventilated windows. Surrounding the house is a garden full of trees and natural beauty. I have a small library in my house, in which I have many books. I enjoy reading books. There can be no better companion than books.

My house is five hours away from Delhi city, India’s capital territory. My parents have decorated the house very beautifully as per their choice. My mother has done beautiful paintings to decorate the walls, which has greatly enhanced the beauty of the house. There is a small swinging chair in the garden for drinking tea and reading books etc., on which Dad reads the newspaper. My father loves planting trees in the garden. At home, we are completely safe with all kinds of amenities.

Every festival is celebrated with enthusiasm in my house. Be it Diwali or Holi, Mom and I decorate the house at every festival. The colors of the festival permeate the walls of the entire house. The house is not just made of stones and bricks but is built of love and family feelings. What is the cost of a house for a family, they know the family members.

Home is associated with childhood memories, mother's love, father's affection. No matter how much progress we make, but we are never able to separate from the house, from that sacred atmosphere of the house and the fragrance of that love. For a human being his home is priceless. Often people get confused between house and home. Houses are made of brick, marble stone, sand, and cement, etc. Home is where family and their love are. The people living in the house give it the form of home. Sometimes people realize the importance of their home too late.

Many events of life change the attitude of man, then only they feel at home and family. Everyone loves to admire the beauty of their home. Earlier in the holidays when I used to go to my grandfather's house. My grandparents have a small garden in their courtyard and there is greenery all around. In addition, it also has two trees. One pomegranate tree and the other mango tree. As a child, I and my cousins ​​used to pluck mangoes in summers. I still remember those sweet memories and the taste of fruits.

Whenever my friends visit my house, they click a lot of pictures. All the interior decorations of the house have been done by my mother. My father has made this beautiful house by adding straws, which is too little to be praised. The house is made of its own. The beauty and peace of home are associated with one's people and one's family. Many people build big houses, but they do not have family members who can make the house a home. The house is a symbol of unity, love, and peace. I am away from home today. I still remember the home-cooked food made by my mother, due to which the sorrow of being away from home also haunts me.

Last Words

I always remember home. At this time I come to know the real value of the house when I am away from my home. Parents have always taught me to follow discipline and have made me face every aspect of life. Often when we are away from our home, then we come to know the importance of home and family in the true sense. Home is the sweetest place in the world. Whether we go to any corner of the world, we cannot find peace like home anywhere. I love the beauty and simplicity of my home and hope it stays like this forever.