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Home Coming to The Whitehouse

OK! its not really whitehouse types..
But its white and its our house .. so we affectionately call it our little
'whitehouse'.
4B2HK , with a front lawn ,duplex its not that little either :P. Its named 'Apoorva-Sandhya' after my bro and my mum.
Which means 'an evening likenever before' :D, enchanting ain't it?
Since its completion i was never fortunate to live here for considerable amount of time, I was forced to live in utterly puny and constricted rooms , all over the country , literally :(.
This time around also i don't have much time to enjoy here :( . Just few days then I am off to living in some dingy flat in a strange country.
I am trying to enjoy the max, whatever time I have here.
Sleeping peacefully , eating with full gusto ;), spending time with family.
But highlight of the day is the daily cycle ride that I undertake , through serene cantonment area nearby.
Pelting berries, riped by time and intoxicated by gravity, and swarming insects , who are just too eager to make an eye contact with me , fail to dampen my enthusiasm for riding along. This ride is kind of feeble attempt to shed the flab :) , so its being done religiously.
Last night I stepped out to the terrace sipping lemonade. I saw the moon , playing like a child in the sky , tossing and turning in its cloudy blankets. Sometimes it disappeared completely under them , all of sudden tossed them aside to reveal its full glory. The naughty breeze was gleefully playing its part.
I was at peace. I could'nt help but think , its good to be at Home.
Cheers!

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