Born
in a middle-class family and staying at a
really congested place was what my childhood all about. My house had huge
stairs and old ceilings. It was a building 60 years old at least. And the
surroundings were filled with perverts. You can imagine how possessive my
parents must have been at the thought of me stepping out of the house.
Due
to lack of space, we then shifted to a
2BHK flat and then to a 3 BHK one. Since then, things have changed drastically.
I
am not saying that everything is really rosy but the position is much better
than how it used to be.
Today,
when I think of my bucket list and ponder over the idea of a perfect home or my
dream home… all I can think of is build a family with love and care. I want to
buy a house and make it my home… our home. I don’t want a huge mansion or a
bungalow but a nice cozy place with
enough space for everyone in the family. I want to decorate it with cute stuff
in the children’s room may be and some classy stuff in the rest of the house. A
house where peace dwells, a house where love flourishes, a house filled with
laughter and joy, a house with respect for one another. That is how I dream
about my house.
What
dreams do you see for your house? Share with me and give me some ideas too.
Cheers