Home Sweet Home

East or West, home is the best. It is a famous old saying which is true to the hilt. I live in a small flat which was built by the M.D.A. My father owns it on hire-purchase basis and pays monthly installments. When the house was allotted, it was only a one-room set. We were not yet born. As the family grew in size, my father added one more room to meet the needs of the children.

It is a compact dwelling, in which we have all the facilities within the four walls. We have combined the bathroom and toilet and created a small kitchen. There are marble chips on the floor. We have covered the drawing-room with wall to wall carpet. The show case in the drawing-room has been tastefully decorated. All the greeting cards have been arranged very well in the canter. Whenever we visit some historical place, we bring some memento from there and place it in the show-case. We have arranged the drawing room in such a manner that it can be changed into a guest-room. I have a folding study-table in a corner where I do my homework.

There is a box-type doubled bed in the bed-room. We have filled those boxes with our winter beds. The almirah in the corner contains all our ward-robes. We have a TV set in one corner which we view at night. We never miss the news and the drama. We can on it with the help of remote control, sitting in our beds. Although it is a very small flat yet I get all the comforts of life in it.