The House by the Side of the stairs



There is a house beside the stairs of our house.I never miss to see through its window not out of curiosity but out of love .

  Each time I see through it the very sight is the kitchen,where a mother will be busy cooking something next to it I see the hall where Father will be sitting down the sofa with his legs stretched ,son lying on the sofa with his one hand on father's shoulder, daughter lying in the adjacent sofa with her one leg on father's lap,The voice of TV . Though they all are busy with their phone ,the television is running still they fill each other within; actions are subtle but deep is the love.

  The very sight brings back my days at home when I and my Sister Shwetha Bharathesh annoyed Appa Sudhakar Shuntimane in the living room by pulling his hair,ear, drawing on his legs when he used to keep them stretched on the tepoy.Amma busy in the kitchen comes and takes attendance for filter coffee and goes back happily finding full attendance.

   When she comes back with coffee in a tray we both ask Appa if he had liked our girl.He says that he somewhat liked the girl but not her costume!".We all laugh.Amma says that for the costume he was in, her's was more than enough.We both enjoyed their Tom and Jerry fight ofcourse even they enjoyed this very essence of life.

Having space in our soul to fill our beloved ones makes our life meaningful and more beautiful.

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