Blogging Day#11 My Bungalow in Bangalore

Day Eleven: Size Matters (In Sentences)

Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were 12 years old? Which town, city, and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you? Write with a combination of short, medium, and long sentences. Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences…

An attempt at fiction…….

I lived in a Bungalow. It was on Tate lane. Surrounded by trees, as was all of Bangalore. A Cherry tree was sprawled all over our front yard.  A Pomegranate tree stood alone. All by itself in one corner. The other corner of our yard, had a Guava tree. Back then, Bangalore was the garden city of India. As a 12-year-old, I sat under the Cherry tree.

Those were the idyllic days. My house was two blocks away from school. Friends came home. We countless hours playing tag. We climbed the cherry tree. We shared secrets. And, we ate cherries. The kitchen was a separate room, in the yard. It was hidden by the Guava tree. However, the aroma wafted in the air. Aroma of spices and rice. From morning to afternoon, my mother was there. In the kitchen. She even cooked food for my friends. Everyone loved her food. My favorite was fried fish curry with rice..

There was a verandah in the middle of the house. I had to cross it, to open the main door.  The main door was towards the left corner of the house. It led to a huge room. A hexagonal shaped room. The living room of the house. A circular Mahogany table stood at the center. A blue couch and four chairs in one corner. A study desk in the other corner. The Mahogony table had a crystal fruit bowl,  a little fish tank and a little bird cage. Sometimes, my father and me shut the door to let the birds fly. It was fun. They circled the room, chirping loudly. My father loved to talk to the birds.

Dining area was at the far end of the living room. In the evening we sat there. All of us. My parents, brothers, sister and me. We would have dinner together. After dinner we sang hymns. Sometimes my brothers strummed their guitars. As we sang Blessed Assurance. This hymn was a school favorite too. Our family was very religious. Every Sunday we went to Church.

A little door by the dining area led to our room. It had four bunk beds. One for me, another for my sister. The top two for my brothers. My brothers were much older. They stopped sleeping on the bunk beds. On warm nights, they slept outside. On other nights in the living room. There were an  assortment of rooms in the center of the house. My father had rented those rooms to another family. I had never seen those rooms. But, I played with their kids. They were my age, Patrick and Ilana.

My parents’ bedroom was at the other end of the bungalow. The bathroom was  a separate building. It was behind the house. Why? I dont know.

Copyright ©2015 Ish Kaur. All rights reserved.

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7 thoughts on “Blogging Day#11 My Bungalow in Bangalore

  1. Love your musical title. Lots of variety in sentence length. I would have like the second paragraph better without the last two sentences. I liked the ending after the “bird” discussion. Charming ending; however, I would have combined the last two sentences in this way: Everybody loved Banglalore, the garden city of India, even though it made the sentence longer. You had a lot of short sentences. The whole article was very picturesque, a trait I love.

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    1. Thanks.. loved your input… In a rush for short sentences and focussing on that I did feel like some beauty was lost…. thanks again..Also I added the last two sentences because it was requirement otherwise I would have skipped it too….:)

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    2. Thanks to your feedback. I had written it in less than an hour ( no time) , but I went back and revised it. You feedback really really helped…

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  2. Bangalore was a sleepy town with lots of lakes and trees everywhere…a favorite with the Britishers…a lot of anglo-indians left for Australia for good…

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