Living in a one bedroom flat with my parents and elder brother for almost twelve years was never a difficulty for me, rather it was always my home where I could relax, study, hear music or sleep. I have never dreamed of a house larger than a one bedroom flat. But after my grade 12th, settling in my hometown I got to live in my new house build by my parents. The house was rather big with 4 larger bedrooms. I liked the house but could never love or adore it. The house was perfect, meticulously made without any flaws but it always lacked a homely feel.. Was it because of the color of the paint or because of the distance between the hearts of the people residing in it, I still don’t know. It made me realise what the house really lacks. Never in my life I believed that I would build a house of my own with full freedom of designing it, in and out. But God had some other plans it seems.

As soon as I open the gate to my new house I can see my Lola happily wagging her tail,showing how happy she is to see me return, the wind chime tingle as if signalling my arrival. And when I enter my home from work I realise what I had longed for. Coming from the scorching heat when I enter my living room I could feel myself relaxing automatically. Its always cool inside, may be because of the false ceiling or may be I am entering my own private space where I can take off my guard and be myself. When entering the living room the first thing that caught my attention is a white board in which my daughter have graciously written her EVS notes with blue marker. Though I am more than triple her age I could never write on a white board with such perfection. No doubt I am a proud mother. Depositing my hand bag and shopping kits on the kitchen counter and changing into my home clothes I could sense the burden drifting apart. Settling on my sofa with a cup of tea in front of my favourite channel is all that I need. Losing myself in the aroma of the tea and the fictional character in the TV I drift into a semi-trans state. I could hear a feeble chiming sound and it takes me out of the trans realising that it is the sound of anklets chiming which signals the arrival of the owner of the graciously written EVS notes….my daughter. Now that’s the end of my relaxation though I love to get busy with her. Seeing the smiling face of my husband in the evening completes my day. Now I know what really makes me contended. Its not the money, the gold, the house or the materialistic things I own but the FEELING TO BE LOVED AND TO LOVE without any prejudice is what makes a women happy and proud.