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Homebound


Close to two months, I, and I’m pretty sure a lot of you out there have been home. A long, frustrating time to stay in, considering the fact, that most of us spend our lives and money just to have that home. Quite the irony I thought. And that’s why, I dedicate this post to homes.

My home, for which I have a job, earn money, so that I can buy things for it, keep it cosy, keep it clean. No, think about it. If I were living on the streets, I wouldn’t care to have a fridge or a wardrobe, or a lamp. Suddenly, I have this newfound respect for this apartment that shelters me from the weather, gives me a good night’s sleep, gives me the freedom to do what I want.

I won’t get into the topic of how this phenomenon called ‘home’ started. There’s a very learned, very intellectual writer called Bill Bryson who wrote a book called, ‘At Home’. He has explained well in detail, in his book, the very origin of houses and homes and how over the years, people started to take up and appreciate their own living space. Do read it if you find it online.

What I’m going to write about is very personal, something I felt about my own homes, and never really expressed it. I really hope with this piece, I’m able to help you cherish that feeling of having a home, caring for it and most of all staying in it. For, it is the one thing we can easily do at this time of our lives.

Here it goes.


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To begin with, I will trace my life back a little, to the point I found my first home.

It was when I had decided to get married. Me and my wife, opted to stay by ourselves in our own space in the comfortable quarters of Vasant Kunj in Delhi. This place had a special connection with us. It was here where we went to college, the place we had first met, the place we roamed around. A nice neighbourhood, green and homely, somewhere in the middle of our parental homes (Gurgaon and Dwarka), and amidst our friends and well-wishers.

The first home is always a beautiful experience. The joy of living by your own rules, the freedom of doing up the place the way you want it, exploring possibilities of making it even better. Then, to go out and build your life around it. The pleasure of having family and friends come over. To talk about the struggles and endeavours of getting that perfect place. The stories and the experiences you’d like to share with others, get to know theirs. It’s wonderful.

Then we moved. Well, to an even better place. And here’s the thing. Quite rarely does a person move to a house he or she wouldn’t appreciate. First of all, now he or she has the experience of living in their own space. One becomes accustomed to certain things and would prefer to live life the similar way. Secondly, the new place has to be in some ways better so as to make up for the feeling of losing the first one. Frequent movers would understand this feeling better…

So, our second home was special as well. Again, in the quarters of Vasant Kunj, it had many fancy assets like a full roof to host our parties, a gorgeous view for the early morning coffees, a cosy bedroom with a wine closet, beautiful woodwork, a well-equipped society for essentials and most of all, a peaceful living experience. I still miss it…

Then, life had other plans and it was finally time to move from Vasant Kunj. And what a move it was. We found our new home in the busy, yet colourful lanes of Mumbai.


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My first home in Mumbai was in Kandivali. It was a little away from the buzz and chatter, but that is what had attracted us to the house the most. How I got to find that house in Mumbai is a topic of very different discussion and something you can refer to in one of my other posts titled ‘Whambay’.

What I loved most about that house, was that it was away from the maddening crowd. It lay on a long road that reached a dead end. On the map, you could notice that the sea began where the road ended. I remember the broker saying, ‘Sir aap Dilli se hain, aapko yeh jagah acchi lagegi…

The reason for this statement was two-fold. Firstly, Delhi in general, has bigger houses, the streets are more open and the people in these houses are lesser. Secondly, these bigger houses are cheaper in price compared to the ones here, being the same square foot size. Yeah, I get the standard of living and all that. Not complaining, just stating…

So, I was sold.

This house became our home for good 2 years. It was a spacious old den, kept clean by the owners. Had a nice drawing cum living space, a big open kitchen and a cosy, comfortable bedroom. Monsoon here was specifically glorious. Although there’s a thing about Mumbai windows and the cage-like feeling but it felt good, nonetheless. Then came a time, and we had to let go off this one as well.

My company moved location and my wives’ job wasn’t at walking distance either. If you know or have heard of travel in Mumbai, you might as well know it wouldn’t have been easy. We tried for a few months, but our bodies gave up. It was time to shift again.

Now, I’m going to go a little more into detail about the rooms in the house we’re currently in. Not because this house is the most special of them all. All our homes had something better than the other. But the abundance of time has finally made me realise the importance of having these rooms, how it makes it into a complete home and how we end up taking care of it, as we take care of ourselves and our family.


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We stay in Goregaon now. There’s not much to say about the place. It ain’t that big or expansive. It ain’t as loud and happening as the next-door giant Andheri and it ain’t as envious as the fancy and flamboyant Bandra. But it is, however, petite and pretty. Just the way, our lives have been up to now. There are five specific rooms or spaces, counting in the kitchen and the two balconies. I will not mention the two washrooms. That’s just too private and a bit weird to be talked about.

The Living Room

The living room, whoever named it, was spot on. We do end up spending most of our time here. Probably because the TV is stationed here and because it hosts the fancier balcony. Now Goregaon is livelier than Kandivali. That’s a given. Hence, the living room window shows an excerpt when you’re out in the balcony, sipping your tea. Other than that, all our parties are being hosted here. In the evening specially, music and lights from outside make the parties fuller and more energetic. At night, the living room makes for a nice recluse to watch your favourite Netflix shows. This is also the room we like dressing up the most. We have movable, very minimalistic furniture and try and play with the room’s look whenever we get the time.

The Kitchen

We were never used to an open kitchen till we landed in Mumbai. And now being cat owners, it was something we dreaded. But it turns out, a kitchen isn’t just a place to cook food. The open kitchen lets the body roam freely in and out. It makes for great conversation as well. It allows us to discuss matters, while we occupy our hands with chores. In Delhi, as far as I can remember, the kitchen only saw one person or one person with a cook. Nobody talked in the kitchen, not unless it was a party or a gathering.

The Balconies

Now this was a rarity. We never thought we would get a balcony setup in Mumbai. Not for the price at least. What was a commonality in Delhi, was privilege here. Dude, we had a roof in our second home! And we paid half the rent for the entire house. But anyway, to get that part of our lives back again was a treat. Our two balconies have two different utilities. The living room balcony as mentioned, is for sipping tea, looking out at other lives in other balconies, playing with our cats, for parties sometimes. The bedroom balcony although, is for self-evaluation. It flaunts somewhat the same view and is of the same size, but somehow, the connection with the bedroom makes it more personal, more sentimental. I, for one, keep standing or sitting around with my cat, thinking of ideas, of philosophies. I really don’t know if the cats have that sort of distinction for the balconies.

The Bedroom

This is the final room. Like quite literally, it lies at the very end of the house. Yes, that’s the biggest number of rooms we can afford in a house in Mumbai, for the time being at least. But then we’re two very little people with two even tinier cats. Most houses here, hold a minimum of four people in the same given space. I can’t even imagine, the extent of privacy in these households. I find myself privileged to have at least one room to myself at a given point of time. And when I do get this room to myself, I utilise it to write down my thoughts, read a good novel or listen to some nice music. I’m not here to tell you what a bedroom actually means for a couple. I’m quite sure we all know what it’s for. To fight, obviously! Lol.


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Well, jokes apart, that is how important and necessary our home has become to me and my wife. And the need to appreciate each and every part of this home is something we now never forget.

Yes, we won’t spend so much time here always. Yes, very soon we’ll be out galivanting again. Yes, 
we might even shift to another house, call that home. But what we will remember, is how our home helps us, prepares us to go outside, makes us into the person the world knows, comforts us when we’re angry, calms us when we’re frustrated. We can say whatever we want in here, be whatever we want to be.  And our home always understands. There never ever can be a place, quite like home.

So, go on, start appreciating your home if you weren’t already. Change the way it looks sometimes, clean it up more often, buy some things for it, make it feel special.

Most of all, try to stay in it a little bit more.






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