Heavan house.

time travel.

Steve looked out of car window. His eyes mattered around while head stand still.  Hatch on front side above balcony beyond front wall and well designed overhanging eve beyond it looked like some traditional designed bungalow.

 

 One main gate by the road continued with fence made of steel grills and some bush surrounded it over. He peeked through that gate when trail made of pebbles walked up to  main entrance.

Steve shunted the door while getting out of car. He adjusted his cot and tie while his bag hung over his shoulder with stripe. He took some long strides to get himself standing before main gate. He pushed knob over  to get it one side.

He rammed over paled leave shed by plant in his way to main entrance over trail. Grass was well mowed. As he headed down the trail he could see the lavishness near, front wall made of clay brick have moved in dark in light reflection and dormer window on wall was half opened.

He walked up stair to approach main gate between two pillar sporting balcony above. Door was closed. A name plate was hung on it named “Heaven house.”