A house becomes a home when you are familiar with all the creaks in the floor, squeaks in the gates, bangs of the doors and the thuds on the stairs. The chirps in the garden, the rustle in the leaves, cracks of the twigs, the clinks of the the wind chime, the songs of the birds. The demanding meows from the cats, the pleading barks of the dogs, the soft chirps of the bulbuls, the slealth mode of the coucal. The happy time smiles, the moping whines, the angry yells, the mighty blows and the faint sorrys. Roars of laughter with friends, feeble whispers of love, gentle pecks on cheeks and many more!
A house becomes a home when the voices are ever present whether in memories or you are creating some right now!
Videos of the voices i hear and see everyday:
Voices of the Red Whiskered Bulbul
ABC Wednesday V for Voice, Video