My Neighbours

We can select our friends, but cannot select neighbours. We cannot expect to have neighbours of our liking and choice. I know that good and helpful neighbours can become a very important part of one’s life.

I live in a two-storied building. Almost all of my neighbours care and respect each other except couple. My neighbours are decent, peace loving and get along very well with us. Most of them have children. They are good friends of mine. After we finish our schoolwork, we play together in the evening. I really like them for being my neighbours.

I stay on the first floor of the building. Four families stay on my floor. We all belong to different religions. Next to my house stays Mr Popatlal who is a bank employ. He always mixes with others and gives them advice over the money matters. His wife is a proud woman. She does not like to mix with others. Then there is other neighbour, who is an author. He loves to write different books all the time. He does not like to mix with others. His wife is a loving woman. She loves children. She freely mixes with other women in the vicinity. Sometimes she gives us chocolates.

Just next to my door lives a tailor with his son. He likes to talk and crack funny jokes. His sari studies in college. My friends and I call him ‘dada’. He is very good in English and Science. Sometimes he helps us in our studies.

Just opposite to our flat lives Mr Atmaram with his very aged mother. He works in a private office. He is always in haste while leaving for the job. He comes very late at night. He seems to be a hard working person.

If any of my neighbours have prepared special food on holidays or Sundays, we take it to each other’s house. This helps in increasing love, unity and affection between us. We all come together and celebrate different festivals. Whenever there is a good occasion, we invite each other at our places.

Above my flat, Mr and Mrs Gala stay with their children. No one other than this family lives on second floor. Mr Gala always dresses untidily. He is very noisy and rowdy fellow. We hear him screaming on his children. His wife is an uncultured woman. She never speaks politely. We like to keep a distance from this family.

Besides couple of neighbours, my neighbourhood is filled with affection, care, unity, high regards and respect towards each other. I am lucky to have such loving neighbours. At times, I think that neighbours are my nearest relatives.