My Dream House

I sighed. Today had been the most depressing and catastrophic days of all. I had a fight with my best friend, got a ‘D’ in reading, got the lowest mark in math, was scolded by the teacher, missed the bus only to come back home to find my earrings lost. I also had homework in the subject I flunked the most: English.

I had to write a descriptive writing on the topic “My Dream House”. I had literally torn my brain, turned it inside out and rummaged around for ideas but in vain. I tried to whip up a dream house only to get a dilapidated den that looked like it belonged to a skunk.

I took a long deep breath. I lay back on my bed and took a deep breath. Maybe I should sleep on it, I thought. Soon, I had hit the sack...

The trees parted to reveal a clearing. I gasped. I took a 360^o turn. The scene was extremely stunning and ravishing. The whole painting in front of me was verdant, mesmeric and invigorating. It made my palms and the soles of my feet burn; I felt like prancing.

There was a statuesque, natural monument standing in front of me. The house was situated on the peak of the mountain, overlooking a large lake which mirrored the landscape. The fragrant aroma of Linden trees filled my nose. A tiny stream, the size of a bunch of threads wound itself around the house which formed a kind of natural moat, only without crocodiles and other vicious creatures. An ethereal mist lingered over the mountain. But it didn’t give a somber, poignant feeling, it gave - you could say - special effects, making the house look divine and natural. I could feel my muscles loosen.

I entered the heavenly abode. An earthy smell washed over me. The inside was as natural as the outside. It was like bamboo world. There were halves of bamboos lining the walls, bamboo chairs, bamboo tables, bamboo etc.

Suddenly, a blinding light lit the atmosphere, reflecting the dust in the room. I looked up to see sunshine streaming through the ceiling. The room was circular and there was hole, of about radius 5 feet, cut on the ceiling so that when it rained, it formed a circular waterfall at the heart of the living room, welcoming the water from the heavens.

A circular, copper vase filled with water was placed right under the center of the hole. It had beautiful, resplendent, pink lotuses floating on it.

I could basically slide on the polished wooden floor. It was extremely slippery, polished and soft.

I also noticed a primeval, black grand piano to the north-east side of the hall, with three candles sitting atop it.

One thing that seemed extremely bizarre was that the temperature in the room seemed to hover around 15 degrees always. I quickly realized that water was running through the hollows of the bamboos lining the edges of the ceiling. Natural air-conditioner huh?, I thought.

There were 3 rooms, one opposite to the entrance, one to the east side of the house and one to the west side of the house. I entered each of the rooms. All the rooms had glass ceilings to gaze out into the starry night and had natural mattresses and one of the rooms had those beds where fish swim inside the hollow space in the beds.

The house was filled with natural sounds such as the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, the gushing sound of the stream and even the tranquility atop the mountain.

I climbed to the second floor and found balconies facing all 8 directions, each with a glass bottom. As I stood on it, the wind rustled my soft, ivory hair. I got the sensation of vertigo as I stood on the glass bottom (I’m acrophobic). Three of the 8 balconies overlooked the lake.  One overlooked the horizon where the sun rises and other the skyline where the sunsets. One overlooked the valley and one overlooked a mystifying waterfall that fell from the mountain opposite to the one I was standing on. The waterfall seemed to merge and disappear into the clouds surrounding it. The last balcony overlooked a pigeon hang-out. The grey and white birds were fervently pecking at the seeds on the open square soil.

I went back to the sweet, little porch of the house and enjoyed the fragrance of the linden trees and roses and the honeysuckles that lined the sides.

Everything was calm, quiet and peaceful. I felt like if anyone pushes me off this mountain, I would still fly and survive. I could feel my heartbeat slowing down. I took a deep breath and…

RRRIIINNNGGG! The alarm clock rang. I leaped out of bed, grabbed a pen and put my astounding dream to paper.