My home
Any dwelling place may not be called a home if it lacks the
presence of human elements – family relationship, love, affection, peaceful,
coexistence. The dwelling place in which I live is, on these grounds, a perfect
home, which ties together a place, humans and animals. Our home is a two-story
building with four rooms on each floor. Ours being a joint family, there are
twelve members in it. The number of bread-earning people is only two, and I
belong to the dependent group, which is the majority. Both my parents are
alive. My grandfather, a widower, also lives with us. I have four brothers and
three sisters. My eldest brother, one bread-earning member of our family like
my father, is married and has a little son. We have a dog, three cats two cows,
and some pet birds, not to mention the hens and ducks which Mon and my two
sisters raise. Our home, perhaps the reader has already inferred, is situated
in a suburb, in the close touch of nature. I love my home.
