My ancestral home

I realized in the last three days that sometimes going outside the network is very peaceful. I went to the village house. I have visited many places. I will tell you about all the places slowly, today I will tell about my grandfather's house. I went to my grandfather's house on the first day. No one lives in this house now. My elder uncle built this house when my grandfather was alive. My elder uncle is not alive. We used to stay in this house when we went home, now we are all grown up. Everyone's busyness has increased, we don't visit the village house together anymore. Actually we can't manage our time together.

The house is very old so it has a vintage vintage vibe. This house is now uninhabitable due to no one staying at home. I have so many memories of visiting this old house as a child.

The houses in Barisal, Bangladesh are like this, half-built, that is, with tin roofs on top and brick cement walls on the bottom.

I was trying to capture the house of my grandfather's time in the picture so that I can recall thousands of memories by looking at the picture. We have grown up, father and uncle have grown old, everyone has become busy, and this house has suddenly become empty and unusable. Maybe if I saw this kind of house while visiting somewhere else, I would call it as aesthetic house or vintage house. These names are I can't use for this house because it is the ancestral home of my grandfather.

Just looking at this room, I understand that any old thing carries hundreds of memories. Do you also have old houses or things with memories? Tell me. I am leaving here today, I hope everyone will be fine.