My Special Place

My special place is my sweet home in India, where I hold memories since childhood and seek new chapters that life holds. When I am troubled I can come here to hide from the darkness and sinister feelings. This ravishing treasure is not like any other place here on Earth; it is a unique place to me. Here, I get to meet my loving family that I've longed to see.

When I think of my special place I remember my cousins, aunties, uncles and my grandma. We live in a large modern village where we grow our own vegetables and fruits, and own our own cows for fresh milk and keep chickens for natural eggs and for mouth-watering meat. My family owns three dogs; one guard dog named Duggy who is very loyal and two small Pit Bulls named Scissor and Fairyia. We live as an extended family in a nine-bedroom house. Across the main road you will find one of the four lush farms that we own. My house is located in a state named Punjab which means 'the land of five rivers.'

In the early morning you can smell the scent of the burning fire as my uncle makes small campfires in our backyard when it is as cold as ice. You can also smell the burning fire when my older cousin (Amrat) cooks her delectable and appetising meals outside on her little stove. My favourite meal that my cousin cooks is her famous rice and delicious pakodas. I can smell the freshness of the dirt when it rains and can smell the beautiful fresh air. In my grandma's room you can smell her medicines and flower scented candles in the pray room.

In my unforgettable special place I get a different sensation. My body can feel the gentle breeze pass me like a snail and the calming weather breathe on my shoulders and face. I can hear birds chirping which gives me a peaceful feeling. The environment isn't loud; but instead feels homey. Living with my family makes me feel secure. The richness of the orange tree in front of my bedroom and the vegetable patch makes me wonder in joy. I love eating the yummy fruit but the sugar canes have to be my favourite as the have a different taste than other fruits. I get happy when the young girls next door finish tuition after school and come to play and dance. In my house I feel loved by my family and especially my grandma who likes to spoil me with lollies and gifts.

The people living in my village are humble, loving and as wise as owls. In a day we usually have more than seven visitors from the neighbourhood. We have two workers; one named Bajo who cares for our farm animals and gets fodder from the farm and we have another worker to help us clean. Everyone is trustworthy and like to do good deeds to others. We live in an Urban society here where life is advanced and ruled by technology. Meanwhile my life in India is more slow and I have more time to spare and freedom to do things I like. Others getaway might be the beach or a tropical island but mine is my home.

My sweet home is like a treasure chest filled with great memories. It is a place where I reunite with my family and wait till my next adventure. I will remember my special place forever and have room in my heart for it.