Write about your dream home.
A tiny house, hugging the earth, not trying to impress anyone
just quietly saying, “Here I am. This is me.”
In front, a garden. My garden.
A tree with a swing. Sit, sway, swishhh…
and suddenly, all tension? Gone. Just like that. Magic, right?
Kids’ laughter everywhere. Random giggles, shrieks, little explosions of happiness.
Birds gossip in the trees like they know all my secrets.
Flowers perfume the air so strongly, I sometimes forget to breathe.
Bees? Drama queens with tiny wings, buzzing like, “Yes, yes, we are busy, don’t bother us!”
And the breeze… oh, that cheeky breeze… it plays with my hair,
reminding me, “You belong here. Don’t forget it.”
Evenings are chaos with Kiwi.
She jumps, runs, zooms like the garden is her racetrack,
while I dig in the soil planting vegetables, flowers, maybe my sanity somewhere too.
Time? Who cares. Lost among petals, dirt, and laughter.
My house… it’s heaven.
Every corner has a story, a hug, a little secret.
Guests feel at home… but secretly,
I know, my mark is everywhere. My laughter, my chaos, my stories.
There’s a secret nook where the sky leans in.
We lie there, staring at stars, making constellations only we understand.
Hours vanish, reality pauses, and my heart whispers:
“This is exactly where we belong.”
Another corner my arts and crafts kingdom.
Tiny worlds of color, glitter, and chaos, all mine.
Step in, and the world fades. Creativity takes over.
Another nook music. My soundtrack, my secret spells,
turning ordinary nights into magic, turning strangers’ dreams into friends.
There’s a staircase that climbs up success steps, dream steps, maybe just look-at-how-high-I-can-go steps.
And a tiny temple for me. Where I melt into Krishna’s presence,
and the world can wait. Seriously, let it wait.
Every corner bursts with joy, a sprinkle of mischief, a pinch of sarcasm, and tons of love.
Blessings of elders, kids’ chaos, Kiwi’s energy full combo pack.
And me? I sit, laugh, plant, dream, sing, play, and leave tiny footprints of magic everywhere.
This is my home, my little heaven, my chaos, my music, my smell, my heartbeat.
A place where laughter sticks, dreams float,
and anyone who walks in… leaves smiling, thinking:
“Wow… maybe such a home really exists.”
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
