We bought a house many years back. Ofcourse with our meagre salaries that time, construction linked was all we could buy, so in essence we bought a dream. Alas, if the financial whizes of the world couldn’t predict the recession then who were we…so it just happened that a few months into the purchase, the global economy collapsed and as a result (or excuse), our flat’s construction also stopped for 2 years. Once it started, our sporadic visits to the site only witnessed bricks, dust and mortar.
On Sunday, we dropped in to see our house. And we saw our house. I am usually not airy fairy and don’t build castles in the air. But when I walked into the house, I somehow did not see the thick layer of dust on the floor but saw the lovely floor tiles that they had put in. I saw the sliding glass doors and french windows that I have always loved. I did not see the tiny dining room but a cozy corner where many warm meals on winter nights could be had. I didn’t see the limited dimensions of the study…but cartoons on the walls and a bed for my Sonu to sleep in. I saw beauty where no one else could. I saw achievement. And I saw a labor of love.
Ironically, the house is not one we plan to ever stay in. It is a pure investment. Also, I am pretty sure we will buy many more, bigger and more luxurious homes in the years to come. But for some strange reason, this first one will always be special. Always be my castle in the air. I am so proud.
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