phases in shades of pink...

Life is complicated. It not only comes in various colors but in various shades of each color. Black and white appear at opposite extremes of the spectrum and in between are all the different shades of colors. Thus, hot pink would be funky, lively and energetic while a rose white would symbolize a more serene, peaceful and pure environment. My life therefore, is colored in shades of pink.

Monday, October 18, 2004

The Glass Room

When i was around eight years old, my elder brother and i decided to plan out our dream house. We actually got down to drawing it out - well, my brother did. The house itself was huge, with everything that an eight and ten year old could ever wish for or even imagine.

We had multiple playrooms full of toys, a full screen cinema to ourselves, bathrooms with jacuzzi’s, a mini indoor pool, even secret tunnels running everywhere throughout the house. Oh, there was a double secret passage connecting my elder brother’s room with mine, in case anyone were to find the secret one. Too much Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys?

That was just the interior part of the house. On the outside, we had everything from football pitches, to a go-carting track and a whole mini water park. A long drive way led up to the house, kind of like that in the Sound of Music, (the part where the father comes home and the kids are in the trees).

Now, this was never included in the hard copy, i can’t remember why not; but it has always been a dream of mine to have a glass room. As stated, this room would be made entirely of glass. The catch: It must be an underground room. Imagine an underground room made of glass. What would the walls look like? They would be ever changing…

I would like to add this glass room of mine to the sketch my brother made. We would use it as the escape room secret hideout. All secret tunnels would connect up to this room, and from there, there would be an escape tunnel which would lead out of the house. It would be a room that could accommodate my four brothers and i in case of emergency. My parents telling us to go do our homework or study could be considered an emergency, depending on the circumstances. But that was a long time ago...

One more thing. Along the road leading to the house, there would be a long driveway and this would be lined with weeping willows. Two lines of my favorite trees on each side of the gravel road would create a canopy for the driveway. You know, it really is too bad that i can’t seem to find the plans we had so nicely drawn out. I think it got lost somewhere along the way…possibly in all the ‘cleaning’ of our rooms that took place.

2 Comments:

At 5:40 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

DOn't you think you are reading too much fairy tales!

 
At 1:41 AM, Blogger Shankar said...

hehe..not a bad vision(for a child) ..i reckon u could do better now...n with a little more eloquent words..perhaps a book!

 

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