My Favourite Spot In The World
The heart of my tranquillity. I glanced at the house before me. With mahogany bricks
engulfed with dust and cobwebs and a roof that aged long enough to obtain luscious
frondescence residing in its rake; one would say this was a worthless, outdated house.
To me, this house was a prized possession. The place where precious memories were
made with beloved people. Memories that had always swelled up my heart with
contentment and ease. Through the foggy windows, I could feel the warmth of the hug
that the house gave. A hug that never bore me with each visit I made. And now, it was
welcoming me back once again.
I heaved myself out of the car, rousing my dead legs from the long taxi ride. The wind
greeted me as my damp locks swayed to and fro from its forceful motion. My ambiguous
vision subsided as I pushed aside the strands of hair that smothered my face. I was
finally here. As I stood in the moment, I spared a minute or two to embrace the beauty
of the dusk that had settled behind the houses. As I looked up to get a panoramic view, I
searched for the sun. The sun was nowhere to be found as if playing a game of
hide-and-seek. Only traces of luminescence were present as it pervaded people to carry
out the last activities of the day. The sky had a booming blue hue tucked under
complimenting baby pink clouds before diffusing into a consoled palette of yellow.
Enthralling, enchanting and impeccable. I stood there, dumbstruck by it all.
The inaudible chatter that came from the house managed to convince me to part away
from the impeccable scene. I halted just before entering the door to listen to the
screams and laughter of my cousins. My ears marvelled at the jubilant sounds, sending
a rush of adrenaline in me. I dried my feet with the worn-out doormat that lay indolently
at the door. The doormat tickled my feet from below as I gently brushed my soles on its
prickly coir surface. I ambled into the house before being welcomed by the caressing
and never-ending smooches from my dear grandmother. Like little kids at the carnival, I
caught a glimpse of my family waiting in line to hug me too. I closed my eyes, as I sunk
into my grandmother’s arms, never wanting to let go.
After the warm welcome, I removed the coat that hung heavily on me and loitered
through the hall filled with velvety picture frames. I drew closer to a picture and
examined the cheeky faces that barely kept afloat in the deep ocean. As I stared into
the eyes of the chubby, fidgety toddlers in the picture, I teleported to our childhood
moment at the beach. Under the sultry weather, the sand became a sizzling pan that
smouldered the feet of innocent people. I remember being bewildered at the whistling
tune of the wind together with the ferocious waves crashing that harmonised into a
The heart of my tranquillity. I glanced at the house before me. With mahogany bricks
engulfed with dust and cobwebs and a roof that aged long enough to obtain luscious
frondescence residing in its rake; one would say this was a worthless, outdated house.
To me, this house was a prized possession. The place where precious memories were
made with beloved people. Memories that had always swelled up my heart with
contentment and ease. Through the foggy windows, I could feel the warmth of the hug
that the house gave. A hug that never bore me with each visit I made. And now, it was
welcoming me back once again.
I heaved myself out of the car, rousing my dead legs from the long taxi ride. The wind
greeted me as my damp locks swayed to and fro from its forceful motion. My ambiguous
vision subsided as I pushed aside the strands of hair that smothered my face. I was
finally here. As I stood in the moment, I spared a minute or two to embrace the beauty
of the dusk that had settled behind the houses. As I looked up to get a panoramic view, I
searched for the sun. The sun was nowhere to be found as if playing a game of
hide-and-seek. Only traces of luminescence were present as it pervaded people to carry
out the last activities of the day. The sky had a booming blue hue tucked under
complimenting baby pink clouds before diffusing into a consoled palette of yellow.
Enthralling, enchanting and impeccable. I stood there, dumbstruck by it all.
The inaudible chatter that came from the house managed to convince me to part away
from the impeccable scene. I halted just before entering the door to listen to the
screams and laughter of my cousins. My ears marvelled at the jubilant sounds, sending
a rush of adrenaline in me. I dried my feet with the worn-out doormat that lay indolently
at the door. The doormat tickled my feet from below as I gently brushed my soles on its
prickly coir surface. I ambled into the house before being welcomed by the caressing
and never-ending smooches from my dear grandmother. Like little kids at the carnival, I
caught a glimpse of my family waiting in line to hug me too. I closed my eyes, as I sunk
into my grandmother’s arms, never wanting to let go.
After the warm welcome, I removed the coat that hung heavily on me and loitered
through the hall filled with velvety picture frames. I drew closer to a picture and
examined the cheeky faces that barely kept afloat in the deep ocean. As I stared into
the eyes of the chubby, fidgety toddlers in the picture, I teleported to our childhood
moment at the beach. Under the sultry weather, the sand became a sizzling pan that
smouldered the feet of innocent people. I remember being bewildered at the whistling
tune of the wind together with the ferocious waves crashing that harmonised into a
