i want to make my home now. its been a long childhood, and clinging to it stubbornly, i have grown up. bring on the clutter of a functional chaotic home. lots of crockery, pots and pans. create a little colorful India within these walls.

painted glass splitting the morning rays of the sun into my home. colored cotton and lace curtains flying in the gentle breeze. the rustle of trees and the twitter of early birds as i step into the patio with my mug of milk. a rocking chair. a wind chime. tabla playing in the background...

a bedroom flooded with sunlight in the winter. with cane and bamboo chairs. a solid old fashioned bed and lots of hardwood furniture. photographs and paintings on all walls. and a huge globe of the world somewhere. a tiny room with bookshelves lining up all walls, and books, books and some bean bags. a spotless dry tiny bathroom. a cosy kitchen and dining table. an apron and song and dance and cooking. a masaledaar lunch.

candles all around the place being lighted as the day gets darker. some sofas to jump on and wear off the afternoon laziness. wood, lots of it. large wooden table tops. clear and clean. glistening in the lamplights. painted walls. seashells and bead curtains around the place. gulab jamuns and rosogullas. garam rotis, freshly made. a contented life. long walks. a good night under the starlit sky