Today marks one year of a place called home.
It’s been exactly 365 days since we set foot over the threshold of our house. There are some things that just cannot be expressed in words. How do you describe a feeling of belonging, that moment when you touch something, knowing it’s yours?
It was a Monday, the dawn of the puja that would traditionally endorse our ownership of a tiny piece of real estate: a house that we could call our own, after a decade and a half of being together as a family.
I remember the run-up to this day so well.
Picking out the tiles for the kitchen, deciding on the glass decoration for the altar, swapping opinions on colours for the walls, the wood paneling, the cabinets in the kitchen- what a task all of it turned out to be! Through it all, I remember the dedication that V showed to this task. Each day would involve meeting with the decorator, discussing designs. If I wasn’t able to come along, he’d text me images and colours from the showroom, seeking my approval. If I appeared the least bit uncertain, he’d veto the pattern.
Then came the visits to the drapes showroom and looking through albums that seemed to never end. Each colour looked similar to the previous one, but the salesperson assured me they were very different. At some point, I wanted to say, let’s just have curtains, I don’t care what colour. But V persevered. He held up the designs to the light, took them outdoors to see how they would show up in natural daylight. If it didn’t work for him, it would be a no.
This was followed, ad infinitum, at the wallpaper showroom, the lighting and fans outlet, the one with the faucets and the sanitaryware. And each time, he exhibited the kind of patience and interest that I’ve always admired in him, but got to see in detail during this exercise.
Did you know that he can spend an hour shopping for sarees whilst I can’t take more than 15 minutes of it? And his eye for colour and design is pretty impeccable too.
Today, when I think back to the festive occasion that marks our entry into the home, I am reminded of everything that we’ve done to make this house warm and welcoming.
In each picture from that day, I see laughter, light, love and joy spilling over.
Colours as bright as red, orange and pink jostle for space in the same frame.
Light and shadow play hide and seek in the corners of our pictures and now in our house.
Today is the day.
Today is when we made our house into a home.