Along a lane, in a gorgeous little town I call my very own, I happened upon this charming house this past weekend. The road is one I used to take every day to go to kindergarten, those many years ago. After a very successful meeting that had me grinning like a Cheshire cat, not that I like cats, just this analogy, I was nearly skipping along the road when this house looked like it would fall apart to a deep breath. It looked like it welcomed all gusts of winds, all insects that flew by and all the freckles of sunlight within its cracks on the rooftop. It looked like this house had many stories housed within it, stories from a time when the world looked like this photograph does.
These are the kind of houses I most love.
2 comments:
Deepa, I love such houses too! I can't describe the feeling I get when I see a house tucked between big old trees in hilly surrounding, and a stream passing by....we have many such houses in our neighborhood....
Thanks Giribala! Aren't you lucky to be living in such a neighbourhood! I love those big open spaces and lots of trees. That's one of the many things I hate about cities, the claustrophobic spaces.
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