That's the best place to start, isn't it?
In so many ways homes tell a lot about the people who live in there. Each little knick-knck holds a story, every photograph carries a memory, and every corner smells distinctly of that one place - HOME.
Things from ordinary days pile up in basements, a trail of discarded evenings accumulate into a collection of music records, the lone sparrow's feather that little Khukoo did not feel like throwing away rests beside a bowl, gathering dust.
After years and years of living, a house begins to take the shape of a home. Perhaps the idea is conceived even before that, long before moving into the house; when the first dream is dreamt - with the first thought of owning a piece of land in a corner of the world, under its sheltering sky.
That is where it begins - with the first spark of our imagination, and the first whim of our desire. Suddenly everything we see is a fragment of this dream, like jigsaw pieces waiting to be noticed, then lifted and put where they really belong.
I chanced upon this lovely place during my holidays last year. The house is done like the old times, with rooms on all four sides and a courtyard in the center. The Tulsi rests under the open skies as the sun peeks in and floods the place in its summer glow.
This place reminded me of the little corner of the world that I plan on calling home one day.
In so many ways homes tell a lot about the people who live in there. Each little knick-knck holds a story, every photograph carries a memory, and every corner smells distinctly of that one place - HOME.
Things from ordinary days pile up in basements, a trail of discarded evenings accumulate into a collection of music records, the lone sparrow's feather that little Khukoo did not feel like throwing away rests beside a bowl, gathering dust.
After years and years of living, a house begins to take the shape of a home. Perhaps the idea is conceived even before that, long before moving into the house; when the first dream is dreamt - with the first thought of owning a piece of land in a corner of the world, under its sheltering sky.
That is where it begins - with the first spark of our imagination, and the first whim of our desire. Suddenly everything we see is a fragment of this dream, like jigsaw pieces waiting to be noticed, then lifted and put where they really belong.
I chanced upon this lovely place during my holidays last year. The house is done like the old times, with rooms on all four sides and a courtyard in the center. The Tulsi rests under the open skies as the sun peeks in and floods the place in its summer glow.
This place reminded me of the little corner of the world that I plan on calling home one day.
No comments:
Post a Comment