My Home

My Home

Any dwelling place man lives in can not be called a home. There is no other better place in the world, than being in the comfort of our homes. That can simply be called a house. A house has to be provided and enriched with some family affairs, the warmth of family relationships and such-like things to make it a home. Home is where we learn the first lessons in life. Considered from this point of view, the home I live in is a perfect home, a sweet home indeed.

Home is the base for every individual and we should thank God for being blessed with a lovable home. My home gives me comfortable accommodation, shelter, security, love, and affection. I live with a family consisting of (6/7/8/9) members. They are my parents, three brothers and one sister, my eldest brother’s wife, and my grandmother. As the saying goes “A house is built by hands, but a home is built by hearts”, our home is also built by hearts.

The house is a big one. There is a separate room for each of us. The house is made of brick-a two-storeyed building. That is why the rooms are fairly large, the drawing-room being the largest of all. There is a slice of land in front of the house. We made this land into a beautiful flower-garden this year.

There are no children in our home. But our beautiful youngest sister adorns the home and gives it a personality. It is said that a home without a beautiful girl or woman is not a home, indeed. I may gladly inform you that within a few months we will have a new member of our family. To speak straightly, a child is coming to our eldest brother and his wife.

We have goodwill for being an educated family. My mother is very hospitable and loving. She loves all the friends of ours like her own children. As a result, our home is often crowded with our friends. But this does not hamper the peace of the family or the tranquility of the atmosphere.

Happiness really depends on the mental satisfaction of people, rather than on the exuberance of wealth or money. We are a well-off family, but not a very rich one. We spend what we earn. Yet we are happy and satisfied. We enjoy what we have and never become anxiously greedy for what we do not have. Our parents brought us up that way. I believe that this is one of the reasons for our being a happy family. A warm, welcoming and loving place are what my home is.

Every member of our home has full respect for others. Thus, I can say that happiness depends upon the attitude of a family and not on the size of the house or other possessions that they have. These mutual understanding, sympathy, patience, a sense of belonging and satisfaction have built up a solemn atmosphere of a sweet comfortable home. When I am away from my sweet home, I am homesick.