Author - Jui Purohit.

  There could be hundred reasons to not like a particular thing, but even a few can coerce you to adhere to that thing, clinging emotionally or rationally!  My house converts into an Island in monsoons. I know you, must be thinking it's so scary! Yes it is. My living room becomes a swimming pool. It's heart wrenching to see my well decorated home in this state. Cleaning all this and making my house, again, into an inhabitable abode, is a DARE we as family always accept, for, the TRUTH is what we can't disregard. But placing bijou elements around my house gives me a peace of mind....and that's what a home is for, right? A dream catcher, to take away the worries and bless my house with assurance. A wind-chime, to fill in, with it's decrescendo, the aggregate of my house. Spreading positivity, tranquil and soothing unnecessary thoughts. This swing is a blissful spot in my house. We all swing in here, contemplating over our dreams. Swinging, to relax, breathe in some fr...

  When I got married, I was accustomed to staying in an apartment. Everybody's doors were wide open the whole day and up into the late night. Neighbors barging in any time of the day was quite normal, to ask for help, to chit-chat, or just borrow something. But here, in my Sasural, it's a bungalow that I did a Grihapravesh into. There's a beautiful garden with Bonsai and landscapes made by my MIL. She loved gardening and Bonsai. This big house that I shifted into was difficult to adjust to at first. Neighbours barging in wasn't at all common and moreso, frequency of friends peeping in was lower too.But I always had the back of my MIL, so things were easy then. But when my MIL expired, I suddenly became the head lady in the house, taking care of all tiny and significant things. My husband, since the day he was born, has stayed in this house. He never had to shift houses like me. He has spent all his younger years right here. Every nook and corner of this house has memori...

 A glimpse into my house...... I was a little girl, but I remember vividly, The rented house we stayed in, I recall clearly, It wasn't owned by us so the landlord was the ultimate domineer, Main gates closed before 11 at night, rules we couldn't shear, TV antenna we weren’t allowed to hoist, Not even allowed to go up the terrace joist. Fed up one day, my dad bought an apartment, My mom was happy, she could decorate it, to her contentment, It wasn't as big as our rented house, But gladly enough, it belonged to us, We sisters had no personal room as such, But staying in our own house, living freely, was overmuch, Now, we could put up the TV antenna, come home late after dinners, Without any stress nor behaving like sinners. We happily played in our courtyard, Not worrying about breaking things into shards, My mom, now, didn't have to carry pitchers of water, up the floor, We had taps in the kitchen, bathrooms, and a tank to store, My grandparents now stayed with us happil...