The day was yesterday, when I saw a bungalow house. Huge enough, painted new; but it could hardly attract only few.
The arch above the gate, was beautifully architeched. Boundaries were full with adorable light-lamps. I stared and inspected things, tried my best, and could find no laugh..but chills.
I noticed tall trees, green enough and shady. The garden, full of bloomed flowers.. but my eyes were trying to search any butterfly within the garden herb.. I also could not hear the bird’s chirp.
The marble floorings and wall tiles, amazed me for a short while. I recalled me back from the distracting carpet, leading towards the door.. and stood still to get any clue; of ‘chit-chats’ and talks, but what I confronted was, only hue.
I opened the door and found an amazing interior! Then, beside the furnitures, I noticed the photos in frames..
..ah! Moments trapped in glass. And hanged on wall..looked so lame. The bungalow was a huge piece to show.. ..with no buzz, only emptiness, spreaded wide. I didn’t feel any happiness inside!