The burnt leftovers of our legacy house stood like a naked body. Once it was full of beans with love and memories.
Suddenly there was a blaze; gray smoke billowed into the sky dispersing charred aroma over the region. We were helpless and watched it burn completely.
Old structures are often great reminders of the once glorious past. This house is special as it is where we trace our roots.
I gaze at the new whitewashed house with surprise. I am sure the future generations will have interesting stories to share about the makeover.
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