Neighbors play an Important role In our social life. A good neighbor makes our life sweet where bad neighbor makes a hell of it. One cannot have neighbotus of one’s choice. Shirr Rasha Krishnan is my next door neighbors. He is a clerk in a privateestabllshment. He has two sons and three daughters. His mother and youngster sister also live with him. Early in the morning there is generally a quarrel between Rasha Krishnan’s wife and his mother. When they are quarrelling, he looks on haplessly. The two ladles abuse each other loudly.
Many passersby collect on the roadside to enjoy the fun. HIS children are also very naughty They spoil our garden and pick floors. They also pick up quarrel with my younger brothers and sisters. They are dirty and they misbehave with strangers. They fight among themselves even In the presence of their mother. Mrs. Rasha Krishnan Is a terror to all the ladies of the street.
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She throws garbage near our gate. She has the habit of backbiting. She borrows sugar, wheat flour and other sundries from all the Neighbours but never returns what she borrows.
She is at and ugly but she considers herself very beautiful. My neighbours Many of us live in housing estates. I live in one myself. The one thing about living in a housing estate is that we have many neighbours. Next to my house on the right lives a family whose parents seem to be always scolding the children. I do not know them very well because they always appear angry. Never a day passes without hearing the children crying and the parents shouting at the top of their voices. On the other side of my house, however, lives a very quiet and polite family.
Mr. Verghese is a quiet man who seems to manage his family very well. Though he has four children, which is one more than the other family, I never hear him scold his children. So his children never cry. what a wonderful family they are. Further down the road Is a family whose radio is switched on most of the time, except late at night. His immediate neighbours must have a tough time putting up with the noise of the radio. Then there Is a family whose members seem to live in a world of their own.
Many times we have met along he road and not once has any of them even nod his or her head in acknowledgement. They are not blind or deaf. Yet they can walk straight past as if am not there at all. I would not say that they are unfriendly. I guess they are simply 1 OF2 not Interested In Knowlng tnelr nelgnoours. on tne opposlte sloe 0T tne road llve Mr. Lim and his family. Mr. Lim is a bird-collector. So everyday a dozen or more birds sing melodious tunes right beneath his front porch. It is preferable to the blare of the other neighbour’s radio.
However the bird droppings can give off an awful stench. These are some of the neighbours living near me. There are others that I have yet to meet. However I am careful not to intrude on their privacy. The friendly ones smile or raise their hands. The not-so-friendly ones look away. I have to live among them, friendly or not. put up with to accept an unpleasant situation or experience stench a strong unpleasant smell intrude to go into a place or situation in which you are not wanted or not expected to be