An essay on Home
"Home, sweet home." Truth isn't it? Yes it is, Without the love, dear ones home is nothing but house, a brick and mortar shed. Formerly was also made of Straw, dung, wood and stone. Straw does not mean the drinking straw which our parents used to take for sipping cold drink. Cold drink is harmful for health, specially carbonated ones, can lead to formation of kidney stones. These stones are not the same as ones used in building house, for house normal stones available besides road were used. Wood comes from trees. Trees are very important, by process of photosynthesis, they produce oxygen for all other leaving beings. Previously people believed trees did not have life, but then they believed anything, thought maggots were created by god through dung. Dung is shit, literally, Cow's shit, once used to be important ingredient for polishing floors and walls and also was used as fuel in dried form to cook food. Cow dung is again gaining importance in life of people, it is being termed as renewable source of energy, used to make bio-gas while other things will be used to make manure.
When we come home somebody is waiting for us, as they say "He is going home to..." generally its mummy. My mother makes excellent food. She does not use bio-gas or dung, but LPG cylinder. LPG Cylinder are also getting costlier by day, just like all other necessary things. Father, says we need to save energy, to cut down on money spending. I wish we had more money, my friends got cell phone though school has banned them, but they are very cool to have. But all banned things are not cool, like nude pictures of adults, they are so cheche. Cheche is hindi for shit.
Home provides us shelter, from rain, storm and sun. Also protection from thieves and wild animals, like tiger. Tigers are very less, nowadays, thieves are the only remaining danger, like the story of Ali baba and chaliss chore (Ali and forty thieves) other than climate. Climate is changing, all countries don't want it to change. They held a meeting in Cophenhagaen for the same, but it was not much of help. Most countries did not agree on it, so did not sign it. Adults can not agree on many things. I like things like toys, but adults want big things like big car, etc. Dady says, we will buy a big car soon.
Home has address, my home is different than monu's. Monu is a bad boy, he always fights with me. Once his mummy also punished him for fighting with me. Bad boys do not get good marks in exam. I got good marks, so dady bought me cycle. It has blue colour, just like sky. In my society, i am first to get cycle, most of my friends do not have cycle. So i have to share it. But everyone has a home, unless you live on streets. Children on street are homeless and mummy says they are unlucky and most times dirty too. They ask for money, and even though dady gives them daily, they do not buy good clothes. I have good clothes, mine are not at all torn.
One page is over so i am not writing any more, also bell is ringing. So I have to conclude now.
Teacher said conclusion should be like what is you feel about topic. Hence, conclusion is that:
I am lucky to have mummy and dady, to go Home too.
