It has been a tiring day.
Mumbai heat can be kill you sometimes.
If I could help it, I would
rather stay at home but sometimes it becomes important to go out to complete
some chores. But the most beautiful thing is coming back home.
My happiness begins the minute
I enter the gates of my building. My
building is surrounded by flowering trees and plants on all sides There are
three plastic chairs just few steps away from the gate. I normally sit by the
gate before climbing upstairs to my house. I live on the second floor and have
no lift in my building; therefore it becomes important for me to rest for
sometime before climbing up the stairs.
But while I am sitting
there, the two vacant seats next to me always get filled up by somebody who
sees me sitting alone. My neighbors are like my one large family, always have
warmth in them and willing to keep me company. Time passes quickly as we share
notes on daily events and sometimes laugh on regular jokes. Sometimes I share
with them the forwards that friends keep posting on my mobile. On the evenings
when the hawkers comes selling Bhel Puri and Pani Puri, we sit there munching
on those delicacies, not minding our weight problems as we share and overeat. Sometimes
we sit at the back side of the building where there is an open compound. All
the children from other buildings assemble here and play all sort of outdoor games.
This is the compound where I have spend
my growing up years, we have broken glass window with Frisbees, played
hide-n-seek and many creative games. This is the compound where I have cemented
the friendship with my neighbors. Now we watch and enjoy the kids who regularly
come every evening and play different games.
Having rested for more time
than I had planned, I get ready to climb up two floors to my house. I pass through an enclosed
courtyard separating the wingA from wingB before reaching the stairs. This courtyard is surrounded by kitchens
from all the apartments. Thus we have 24 kitchens facing the courtyard. The aroma from every kitchen envelops you as
you pass through this courtyard, during lunch time and dinner time, it is
impossible to walk on an empty stomach, the hunger pangs
increase tenfold.
I walk slowly up the
stairs, holding on to steel rod for support. The minute I turn the key and
enter the house, positive vibrations in my house hug me, welcoming me back
home, there is a peculiar fragrance in my house which makes me comfortable at
once.
It’s my house, and I love
it. I am comfortable in every space of my house. By the couch in the living
room where I stretch my feet while watching TV, at my computer chair in my
bedroom where I meet my online virtual community, in my balcony, where I sit
and sip my evening cup of tea while watching the sun set and enjoying the cool
breeze and also in my kitchen, where I am most at ease, cooking up various
dishes when family and friends come visiting. Every wall in my house is adorned
with my art work that I have created in my spare time.
Home sweet home- the most
beautiful thing in my life, where I have lived for many years, which I missed even
when I lived abroad like a stranger, migrating from one country to another,
from Surinam, to Spain, but never finding happiness like I did back here in
Mumbai. All along, I wanted to come back home, to my own house- to my very own
home. I have never known happiness like I do here, right now.
But soon…my house will be
demolished. The builders have come knocking on our doors with their redevelopment
plans to destroy my 50 years old building and make a new one instead. They tell me that my building is old and beyond repairs. the walls are chipping, there is leakage problem in every house, it needs a new outlook, They have
offered me a bigger house, with modular kitchen, aesthetically designed
structure. They even offer me money for
the inconveniences it will cause while the redevelopment takes place.
Should I be happy? I am not
sure.
Agreed, I will have a shiny
house with granite floor in all rooms, a lift to spare me the agony of climbing
up the stairs, a big lobby at the entrance of my building, a better security, more
new members, a bigger community, a larger family.
But, will there be the same
warmth that I have developed over the years with my neighborhood? Will there be
Bhel Puri hawker outside my gate? Will there be three plastic chairs near the
gate? Will I get the aroma of different food when I enter my building? Will the
beauty of my building remain intact?
Perhaps I might live in a
plastic world…I am not sure..perhaps that beauty might get lost forever……
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