A house so big for what?

In response to the Size Matters Writing Assignment


Today, tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For your twist, pay attention to — and vary — your sentence lengths

The house I lived in as a child was huge. It was built for 2 joint families and was bigger than anyone’s house at the time. It had one main door which remained open at all times except at night, and 2 more doors which let you in and out of the house. All of these 3 doors were located in different parts of the house. If you went in through one and out through another, you would not end up on the same street.  The left side of the house and the right side were very parallel in structure. The left part belonged to my grandfather’s brother’s family and right side to my grandfather’s family. Surprisingly, atleast 3-4 generations lived in that house at one point in time.

The house had five levels. A game of hide-and-seek was best played in our house. The main floor was a bit elevated and required 3 stairs to get in. Upon entering the house through that door, you would end up on level 2 and see rooms to the left and right. Little bit further, on both sides were a set of stairs, a washroom, a few storage rooms, and a verandah in the middle. The verandah had seen a lot of festive celebrations. This level was mainly used for keeping guests and having gatherings.

Up the stairs was the 3rd level where we lived. The main level had a square hole in the middle which provided a great view of the lower level. Moreover, the same design was followed on the level above, so you could see the sky and the ground from this level. Every day, you’d find yourself somewhere in the middle. Neither too near, nor too far, from the sky or the ground. A perfect balance. The main level had 2 kitchens, 2 washrooms, 2 storage rooms, 2 living rooms, 1 dining room, and 7 bedrooms. The whole house was designed for a huge family with many many doors so that if, in the future, kids decide to live separately, they’d still have a room, a kitchen, a washroom and a small verandah. Unfortunately, not many people live there today.

The 4th and 5th levels were the roofs. 4 set of stairs led to the roof. And on the roof were 3 rooms and ample open space to lay down on a cot under the sun. Kids from all over the street often jumped on to our roof from neighbouring houses to fly and catch kites. The roof was the place to just hang out. The 5th level provided the best view at the time. You could see parts of the town that were very very far away. It was a perfect place to be with people and be alone.


Just about 40 mins ago, as I was beginning to write about this topic, I was thinking how describing a house is one of the most boring things to do in life. But as I began to write, I began to realize why I like the things I like today. Our house was an open place for family to live, guests to visit, festivals to celebrate, roaming kids to play and even beggars to beg. In a very small town in an unknown part of the world, that house was built by my grandparents to raise a huge family and provide every possible experience in life. It was built to let their children dream and accomplish the impossible while still reminding them what it means to hold onto each other. It was a place for a family to grow together in all aspects of life.

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  1. Sounds like a very special and fun place to live,

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