This is where I live

Our childhood home can play an enormous role in our upbringing.

It can be a place of discovery, security, fun, love or even fear, and all these experiences shape our lives and affect the people we become.

This is a house which my dad designed n built with love,he always said it is a tribute of love for my wife and daughter just like the TajMahal was for Shahjaan. This home unearths some valuable treasured memories from my life.My parents took great pride in the house and garden.Along with love they filled the house with antiques and treasures.
I remember
when my friends and I created a garden museum with all the antiques from the house which we charged the other local kids a rupee to come and see.As I grew I realised how lucky I was to live in such a peaceful, secure and happy domestic setting and that this wasn't the case for a lot other friends of mine.I also remember coming back from school to see my beautiful mother who was an american by origin and a neurosurgeon lying beneath a white sheet her head totally covered up like an egyptyian mummy,and flowers all over her,little did I realize that time that my mom had been a victim of a road accident and that I would see her no more........

And i had to grow up ...leaving behind my childhood...

This is the place I grew up......