It had become a beautiful routine. One phone call, a 5 minute walk and a couple of hours drive before I walked through the gates of Plot 49, 50 at Girivan. Shikshangan had become a home away from home. The झूला in a dimly lit verandah, the perfect deck, the breezy छत and the peaceful amphitheater have been a silent audience to innumerable friendly jokes, insane laughter, helpless tears and the warmest smiles. Greeted by the most permanent residents of this heaven, the awesome threesome, a Basset Hound named Heidi, Haroun - a beautiful Mudhol Hound and Hobbes, the whitest, furriest, cutest cat ever, an evening which started with चाय और नाश्ता, a morning which ended with tea and breakfast, and all the sweet memories which filled the gap.
This was what life at Girivan always was, pure bliss!
This is so perfect, I can't think of anything to add to it.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful house is just a beautiful house. It becomes a home when you and I ''fill in the gap''!
And I love how you write.
aur raat ki daaru bhool gaya tu!
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