as she grew she would play in the small garden and as she grew
she was able to see over the garden fence and across the valley to a
wonderful house high on the hill – and this house had golden
windows, so golden and shining that the little girl would dream of how
magic it would be to grow up and live in a house with
golden windows instead of an ordinary house like hers.
And although she loved her parents and her family, she yearned to live
in such a golden house and dreamed all day about how
wonderful and exciting it must feel to live there.
When she got to an age where she gained enough skill and sensibility to
go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother is she
could go for a bike ride outside the gate and down the lane. After
pleading with her, her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting
that she kept close to the house and didn't wander too far. The day was
beautiful and the little girl knew exactly where she was
heading! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode her bike until
she got to the gate of the golden house across on the other
hill.
As she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate post, she
focused on the path that lead to the house and then on the house
itself…and was so disappointed as she
realized all the windows were plain and rather dirty, reflecting
nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that stood derelict.
So sad she didn't go any further and turned, heart broken as she
remounted her bike … As she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze
her…there across the way on her side of the
valley was a little house and its windows glistened golden …as the sun
shone on her little home.
She realized that she had been living in her golden house and all the
love and care she found there was what made her home the 'golden
house'. Everything she dreamed was
right there in front of her nose!
Bassar
bassar@aol.in
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