Describe the sights, sound and smells along a deserted country lane

Describe the sights, sound and smells along a deserted country lane

A cool breeze blows into my face. The air is fresh and clear. I hold my fishing gear in my hand as I trudge down the country lane towards my favorite fishing hole.

The lane is a narrow one seldom used by four-wheeled vehicles. It is more like a well-used foot-path but I can see motorcycle tyre marks on the exposed earth. Anyhow at the moment it is all very still except for the sounds of birds singing, insects screeching and mosquitoes buzzing.

The mosquitoes are a real nuisance. I keep having to hit them as they alight on my body to have a feed. There must be hundreds of them. Despite applying insect repellent on my clothes, these tiny hordes of winged blood-suckers still come.

Both sides of the lane are covered with thick undergrowth. Behind the undergrowth is a rubber estate. Further back is the beginning of a virgin jungle. I can hear the distinct sounds of this jungle even from a distance.

A bird takes flight from the bushes as I walk past it. It squawks noisily. I pause a moment to watch it fly up and alight on the branch of a tree. It is a black bird with two long tall feathers trailing along prominently as it flies.

Behind me a hidden magpie-robin breaks into its sweet melodious song. It is always a pleasure to hear a magpie-robin sing. Its song has a refreshing whistle-tone to it. I whistle in reply.

We have a lively whistling exchange for a minute until my lips become tired. Then I admit defeat and leave the magpie-robin to sing on his own.

The smell of country air is very different from city air. There are no vehicle fumes here. The only smell that can be considered a bit unpleasant is the smell of cow-dung. I spy some tell-tale greenish blobs along the lane. I tread carefully past them. Some cows have gone by this lane just a bit before me. The dung is still wet. In fact I can smell those fellows as well close by.

As if in direct response two bleary-eyed individuals appear before me. They took at me waving their tails to chase the flies away. I look at them. They seem harmless, so I walk by. They watch me go as they chew on the grass in their mouths.

Finally I reach my fishing hole. It is about ten meters from the lane. I leave the lane and head towards the pond. Gleefully I put down my fishing gear and prepare to have a pleasant evening there.

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Describe the sights, sounds and smells along a busy street

Describe the sights, sounds and smells along a busy street

I walk out of the well-lit, peaceful, cool air-conditioned comfort of the book shop. Immediately I was hit by a blast of hot air from the street. Wow, the difference is so great. Out on the five-foot way I break into a sweat.

I walk down the five-foot way.

Next to the book shop are two sundry shops. The smell emanating from these shops tingles my nose. The mixture of onion, garlic, dried fish, pepper and spices make a potent combination. I hold my breath for a moment as I walk quickly past the sundry shops. I always wonder how the people working inside the shops can stand the smell. Perhaps they are used to it.

There are many people walking along the five-foot ways on both sides of the street. It is about one o’clock in the afternoon and many office-workers are out for their lunch break. So I see these smartly dressed men and women hurrying towards the eating places further down the street.

The street has been made one-way some time ago to cater for the ever increasing traffic volume. Lunch hour finds the street uncrossable. I want to cross to the other side. I look at the traffic. One look tells me that it is too dangerous to do so. The cars and motorcycles are moving at considerable speeds and they do not seem to be in the mood to make way for any pedestrian. I decide to cross the street via the lights-controlled crossing down the street.

On my way towards the crossing I pass many other shops. They were mainly shops selling clothes, shoes and watches. Near the crossing is a supermarket. Throngs of people can be seen at the entrance. A beggar sits on the steps, arms outstretched, eyes leading for alms. I drop 20 cents into his unwashed palm. He also stinks of cheap liquor.

I reach the crossing. The lights are red, so I wait with a group of people. Cars speed by sending their obnoxious fumes into the waiting people. However no one flinches. A bit of smoke is not going to prevent anyone from crossing the street.

Presently the cars screech to a halt behind the white lines across the road except for one that makes a dash past even though the lights have changed to red for him. Some pedestrians shake their fists, but no one is hit. The pedestrians are too seasoned to trust the traffic lights completely.

I cross briskly with my group to the other side. The group from the other side cross over to our previous side.

Once across I make a bee-line for the bus-stand. There are too many people trying to crowd under the shade of the stand. There is no place for me. I stand under the sun.

The smell of food wafts over to the bus stand from the food stalls nearby. My stomach growls in response. My bus comes. I board it with several other people. There are no more seats available. So I stand on the aisle. Soon the bus picks up speed and leaves the busy street towards home where my lunch awaits.

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Describe the sounds of nature heard in my area

Describe the sounds of nature heard in your area

The best time to hear the sounds of nature is late in the night when most human activities have stopped and nature is intimately present.

I have, on many occasions, stepped outside my house late at night. The very first thing that strikes me is the immense stillness of nature. Stillness is not silence. Rather it is a beauty that makes the environment seem so peaceful and perfect. Within the stillness many sounds can be heard, but the stillness is not disturbed.

The shrill cries of the cicadas are very evident. These sharp high-pitched sounds pierce through the night, but as I said earlier, they do not disturb the peace. In fact they are part of the peace.

On a distant tree, a night-jar makes its “tok, tok” sound. Somewhere else the bark of a dog can be heard. Over by the stream, frogs sing out a croaking symphony. A breeze springs up and whistles through the stately coconut palms. The leaves of the huge angsana trees rustle in unison. All is peaceful, in perfect balance with one another. I take in the wonder of nature. Even the buzzing of mosquitoes around my head seems part of it all.

Suddenly a youth on a motorcycle whizzes by, shattering the stillness. My senses are jolted for a moment. This unnatural sound is certainly out of balance with nature. But as the sound of the motorcycle recedes into the distance, stillness reigns again. Everything regains the balance.

I return my house. Something inside me has been touched by the beauty of nature. I feel good. I go to sleep with the beautiful feeling.

In the daytime it is not so easy to hear the sounds of nature, but they can be heard if I am observant. Early in the morning just after the sun rises, the birds start to sing. Magpie-robins, mynahs, spotted doves, sparrows and bulbubs all sing out their songs. It is a bit strange but the other members of my family do not seem to hear them. Perhaps their ears have been conditioned to hear only man-made sounds; the unobtrusive sounds of nature cannot be heard any more. But I do hear them. The sounds of nature are sweet and gentle, quite the opposite of man-made sounds.

To hear the sounds of nature in the midst of man-made sounds, all I have to do is to listen without trying. Man-made sounds force their presence onto our ears. The sounds of nature do not force, so we have to be attentive. They can be heard. The clicking of a gecko lizard, the patter of rain on the roof, the roar of thunder, the howl of the wind, the rustling of leaves – all are as alive as the ears that can hear them. I have ears that can hear the sweet sounds of nature and I am glad for it.

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Describe the scene in my town early in the morning

Talk about the scene in my town early in the morning

Six o’clock in the morning and the town is already astir. Newspaper vendors with loads of paper on their motorcycles make their rounds. Sometimes they can hardly be seen because the newspapers cover their headlights. They take some risks riding around like this, but I suppose they are used to it.

I am accompanying my mother to the Lake Gardens. She goes there every morning to practice Tai Chi with a group of friends. It is a good idea because the air is so fresh and cool in the morning. However it is still dark so I escort her there.

We walk under the street lights towards our destination. On the way we see people already on their way to work. Some are in their cars. Some ride motorcycles and some wait for their buses by the road. I can see some school children too. Some of them are waiting near the yet unopened gate of their school. They are so early. I too have to go to school but I do not have to go that early.

We pass a tea stall that has opened for business. I can see some dark figures huddled under the stall. I guess these people are having their breakfast. I can see the stall owner “pulling” a mug of tea. The stall is situated under the street lamp, so it is not completely dark. It is clever of the owner to position his stall; thus, he saves on having to light up his stall.

Our destination nears as we leave the road and enter a small footpath. This is a shortcut to where my mother practices Tai Chi behind a government building. After walking a short distance past some tall trees we reach our destination.

A group of about fifteen to twenty people are already there. I can see them limbering up in the light of the street lamps. They are mostly older men and women in their fifties and above. They greet my mother. She begins to limber up too. As she is with her friends, I tell her that I am going home to get ready for school.

I retrace my steps past the trees and come onto the road again. At the tea stall I stop to have a glass on ginger tea before going home. The eastern sky is beginning to light up. I can see the first crack of dawn against the dark sky. Soon the sun will rise and the day will begin.

From somewhere among the trees I can hear a magpie-robin sing its sweet song. It is so pleasant to hear it. Other birds start up too. Soon there is a chorus of twittering and chattering all around me.

However I have to leave these beautiful sounds behind. I finish my drink and pay for it. I walk toward my house to get ready for my school.

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Describe an evening on the beach

Talk about an evening on the beach

Night was falling. The setting sun’s red rays lit up the sky above the western horizon. I could see an oil tanker making its way across the sea just on the horizon.

Soon the sun disappeared below the horizon and the sky turned dark but my two friends and I sat on the beach gazing at the place where the sun went down. Sunsets are mesmerizing as we discovered. Only when the mosquitoes started coming in great number were we brought back to reality.

We picked ourselves up and walked towards a small pile of wood that we had made earlier. In the dark we could just make out shadows. My friend Francis had a torchlight. He switched it on to show the way.

The night creatures were already busy with their activities. On our left where the land was, I could hear the shrill cries of the cicadas and other insects. On our right the waves broke gently on the shore sending up sprays of phosphorescent surf.

The sounds and sights of nature were wonderful. The noise of occasional traffic along a road nearby was the only blemish to the otherwise perfect natural surroundings. The three of us were perhaps the only other blemishes. We had the torchlight on and soon we were going to light a bonfire.

Nevertheless I proceeded to pour some kerosene onto the pile of wood and put a match to it. Slowly but steadily the fire grew. Soon we were basking in the orange glow of the bonfire. Salleh, my other friend, brought out the snacks and drinks from a bag. We had come to the beach to relax and enjoy ourselves.

A bonfire can be mesmerizing too and so we spent a good two hours eating, drinking, talking and singing around it. A number of people appeared and we invited them to share in our little revelry. We did not know any of them, but it did not matter. All I knew was that we enjoyed ourselves in the warm glow of the bonfire which was a far cry from the cold stares of people on an ordinary street.

However all good things must come to an end. The fire slowly died down and darkness regained its mastery. We said goodbye to our visitors and cleaned up the fireplace.

Then we walked along the shoreline towards where Salleh had parked his car. Crabs both large and small scurried away at our approach. A gentle breeze rustled among the coconut palms. The black sky was full of glistening stars. It felt good to be alive.

Finally we reached the car. We dumped our things in the boot and got into the car ourselves. Salleh started the car and soon we were headed home after spending a wonderful evening on the beach.

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Describe a thunderstorm

Talk about a thunderstorm

In the tropics we often have thunderstorms. They do not last very long, perhaps for an hour; but they can cause havoc during that short time.

One evening, at about 6 o’clock, I was sitting in front of my house just relaxing and doing nothing in particular. There were some white clouds blocking the blue sky. There was no hint of rain. It was just a pleasant warm evening, which was very normal.

Then I heard a distant rumble of thunder. It was so faint that I thought I might have imagined it. Gradually the rumbling became more distinct. I looked towards the sky and still could not see any hint of rain. White clouds still dominate the sky.

The rumbling grew louder and louder. Very quickly the eastern sky turned black. The speed at which the black clouds appeared astonished me. In a few minutes, I could feel cool wind blowing from the blackened sky. In another few minutes, the whole sky was engulfed by black swirling clouds. The wind increased in intensity. I could see the trees bent precariously to one side as though they were going to fall over or get blown away like feathers.

Suddenly I heard a very loud roar above the rumbling of thunder and the howling of wind. The roar became louder and louder. It sounded like a gigantic train approaching though it certainly was not one. The sound was quite unsettling. I looked in the direction of the roar and saw a white curtain of approaching rain.

Next second it was upon us. The corrugated iron roof of my house rattled shakily as the pouring rain crashed down upon it. I ran into the house. The storm was in full swing.

Flashes of lightning lit up the darkened sky followed by cracks of thunder as though in reply. Some flashes of lightning came dangerously close to our house. The following cracks of thunder were immediate and deafening. I saw my father utter a silent prayer. My kid sister had her palms against her ears while safely enclosed in my mother’s arms.

The fury of the storm was incredible. I looked out the window to see a white blur of rain that cut visibility to a few feet. The rain came down at a large angle driven on by the wind. The noise of rain on the roof was so loud that we could not even hear ourselves talk. All we could do was to stay in the house and wait for the storm to blow over. We also hoped that lightning would not strike us and the wind would not blow the roof away.

The storm raged for about an hour while we waited. Then as suddenly as it came, the storm rained itself out. Clear blue skies appeared and soon the black clouds disappeared. The rain got less and stopped. The wind stopped blowing.

I stepped out onto the cool wet grass to breathe in the cool air. It was quite an exhilarating feeling to do this immediately after a thunderstorm. Everything felt so fresh and clean. It was as though the storm had just given the earth a thorough cleaning. Come to think of it, it just might have done that.

After checking my house and finding no serious damage, I took a walk around the neighborhood to see what damage the storm had done to the trees and other houses. I was sure I could see plenty of this.

Describe your perfect house

My perfect house

I can now sit back and heave a big sigh of relief. The finished decor of my house is worth every cent of my hard earned money and every unit of my energy. Now, I can simply enjoy the little paradise that I have created.

By observing the exterior, one will get the impression of a cottage in the country-side. The stark white color of the house is toned down by the rows of palm trees and shrubs in the front lawn. The multi-colored flowers greet me every morning as I sit on my rocking chair and enjoy the fresh morning air.

Within the house, a similar condition prevails. The perpetual open windows allow for healthy ventilation and full view of the serene and beautiful garden. The living room boasts of a dark mahogany sofa set which is complemented by parquet flooring. Just a few meters away, I have created a “corner of peace” as I call it; and this is for the purpose of relaxation. I have placed a large durable rug, some cushions, some magazines and books for leisure reading and a small, portable radio.

Contrary to the condition of informality of the areas I have mentioned, the dining area portrays unmatched grandeur. The entrance to it consists of magnificent archways and pillars which will remind one of the intricate Roman architecture. The windows are deliberately draped with dramatic purple-colored velvet curtains done up with frills and tassels. To top them all, I have purposely chosen my furniture that bears an Elizabethan air of supremacy. To complete the atmosphere, I have added a beautiful chandelier to brighten up the dining area. This part of my house is the source of my pride especially on occasions when I have to entertain important guests.

The kitchen is another place of extreme importance. I have managed to come up with a splendid arrangement of kitchen cabinets, refrigerator and cookers and an undoubtedly perfect color combination. Because this area is where food is prepared, I made sure that I allowed for maximum hygiene. I have my oven and refrigerator built into the cabinet. My cooker is next to the wash basin and my little portable waste basket which comes with tight-fitting lid is directly below it. The kitchen also offers an extended table attached to the cabinet that can be utilized as an informal dining area. The toilets, not to be ignored, have also been scrupulously planned. To with stand continuous splashing of water, I have chosen durable, tinted sliding doors. I have also thrown rubber mats on the floor of the bathroom to prevent accidents such as slipping while bathing. In short, my relatively small kitchen has great utility value.

Finally, I take pleasure in describing the bathrooms which I have enjoyed decorating. The master bedroom has been furnished with a chrome-plated bed that comes with side tables, a made-to-order-wardrobe that has an efficient storage system and a full length mirror to give me the pleasure of looking at myself from head to toe. I have used a range of fabrics from the Laura Ashley collection. The pale, muted blue flowery print blends well with the plain blue textured wallpaper. The bed sheets, the curtains and even the cushion covers are of the same Laura Ashley collection.

The guestroom, however, makes use of bright yellow as its main hue. There are two single beds separated by a light yellow rug. The beds come with drawers for keeping clothes neat and tidy. The drawers can also be converted into a bed when the need arises.

To conclude, I feel proud and happy that I was able to design and decorate my house so well without the expertise and help of professional house renovators. The emergence of my dream house readily gives me the utmost pleasure and satisfaction.

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