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A New Home....


Another new evening has come by, a lot of beautiful trees and flowers in the background to fill and beautify the space all around, with pleasant breeze blowing by, with birds chirping and whistling as the breeze keeps blowing on and again and behold in the midst of this beautiful scenery- a new house spread and laden about to compound the vivacity of the village. Roof tiles laid about in the fashion traditional to the Portuguese houses reminiscent in Goa, builders busy adding up their finishing touches to the house soon to open it’s doors to the dwellers to reside there and a whole new way of life and neighborliness as the housework nears it’s completion. An area once dreaded for it’s creepy looking trees and bushes has now got a new lease of life, a home once abandoned and condemned for it’s looks by the people all around now adorned with beautiful walls, pillars and a gazebo to speak of it all. The neighbors all around filled with blissfulness and happiness with an overflow of love and gratitude to welcome in the new neighbor and transform the space once left lonely and isolated into a wonderful and expansive neighborhood, and finally a beautiful light in the eyes of an individual who had once longed for a neighbor and is now blessed to have been beholden with a new house that has come up and has fulfilled his long lost dreams of having a next door neighbor.

A beautiful sight, an encompassment of hard work and effort and finally a beautiful gift to the village and the people all around!!!

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Anagha Fernandes said…
Beautiful penmanship Bryce. It actually depicts your wistfulness so well. With such positive attitude I'm sure you will have very good neighbors soon.
Love, Anagha.
April 19, 2021 at 9:20 PM
Terry said…
Happy for you Bryce. Good to know about your positive attitude about your neighbour. Neighbours are closer to you than your relatives.All of us has weaknesses but we have to see all the good things in them. Always wish your neighbours and be in touch with them. Welcome your new neighbour with a smile.
April 21, 2021 at 9:02 AM
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