My Neighbours

Birds of the same feather flock together—goes the saying. This adage holds true in connection with man's living habit in most of the cases. But the neighbourhood of mine, at least, is an exception. I live in the midst of a variety of peoples arriving from various cultures and social classes. To begin with, my father is a government official, having a mediocre financial ability. Next to our door lives a family most of the members of which are artist. The family behind our home is well-known as a political family. Again, the family living on the left side of our house is a well-to-do business family. On the right, however, lives a writer. Amidst all of them we are happy indeed. We are on good social terms with almost all of them. Often we meet together in social functions and family ceremonies. The co-existence of such a variety of cultures and social strata, however, has helped our family, if not others, grow up in a malleable way, viable in and adaptable to different situations Now I believe I am a product of my neighbourhood.