My Ancestral Hometown -Yuvraj

 My Ancestral Hometown

Everyone likes to go to their hometown because there we have our whole family; we are born in that place and the best thing is that we can play and spend time with our grandparents. I stayed for 1 week in my ancestral hometown. Do you know what an ancestral hometown is? It is the hometown where the family is extended. Which means that our great great great grandfather extended his family. My ancestral hometown is in Sambhar Jaipur. It is a small village which is also known for its salt lakes. Do you want to know how I spent my 5 days in Sambhar? Ok, I will love to share my experiences!! 

My house in Sambhar is very big. It was built about 100 years ago. I went there for the first time. It has 3 floors, 11 rooms, 8 washrooms and 3 terraces. In olden days all my family lived together in that house. When I went there my father gave me a tour of the house. For the first few days I was not able to understand the paths of the house but I got used to it so I was able to go anywhere in the house. The terraces of each house in the neighbourhood are so close to each other that anyone can jump from one terrace to the other. As my house in Sambhar is very old, all the windows, doors and other things were used in olden days. In every room there are holes on the building as a ventilator so that light and fresh air can pass through it. I had a lot of fun in my ancestral hometown. 



If you have ever been in your ancestral hometown then comment down below and tell your experiences. Bye………….


 

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