This house is not merely a brick and mortar structure. The sweat and love are blend into them in building this house. The dream of owning a house in Pondicherry emerged in our minds as we landed here after the wedlock on 23rd August 1973. Like the birds when get the pair think of a nest for laying eggs, we started visualizing a house. Like the male bird taking up the lead in making the nest, I took the role of the architect. My heart and sole had gone into the entire planning and execution of this house. Dreaming all about a house started occupying most of my leisure time. Many contractions and demolitions took place in the mind before the actualization of this long cherished dream. Both of us had mentally and physically devoted to the utmost for the transition of the dream house to a reality. If the male bird had toiled for the making of the house the female bird has been continuously caring her best to keep it spick and span for the last quarter century.
We nested into the house with two smart children on 25th April 1983. The house was filled with love and affection, care and concern, happiness and joy. It was always bubbling with activities. Everyone was busy with reading or writing, cooking or serving, crying or scolding, mocking or laughing, singing or dancing. The atmosphere was always vibrant. Music and laughter over flow the boundaries often. The children grow big and got their wings strong. They flew out to make their living in greener pastures, repeating the history.
The second phase:
The pulsating ambiance in the house vanished into a suffocating silence. The devil started knocking the doors of idle minds for a workshop for him. To prevent its entry we found it necessary to fill the mind space with positive stuff. Thus mind management started occupying greater priority. Yoga, Meditation, Walking, Internet, Orkud, Blog, Sprit and Spiritualism started gaining incremental time slot. Nostalgia of the home village and the people there turned into an obsession. Resuming of making the retirement home at native got into the anvil. The male bird is once again occupied in planning and executing the second dream house. The female bird left alone at times, started talking to the walls and doors, plants and flowers, bids and animals to kill her silence. She is now eagerly waiting for the affectionate calls from her children and looking for the arrival of grandchildren to break her monotony.
We nested into the house with two smart children on 25th April 1983. The house was filled with love and affection, care and concern, happiness and joy. It was always bubbling with activities. Everyone was busy with reading or writing, cooking or serving, crying or scolding, mocking or laughing, singing or dancing. The atmosphere was always vibrant. Music and laughter over flow the boundaries often. The children grow big and got their wings strong. They flew out to make their living in greener pastures, repeating the history.
The second phase:
The pulsating ambiance in the house vanished into a suffocating silence. The devil started knocking the doors of idle minds for a workshop for him. To prevent its entry we found it necessary to fill the mind space with positive stuff. Thus mind management started occupying greater priority. Yoga, Meditation, Walking, Internet, Orkud, Blog, Sprit and Spiritualism started gaining incremental time slot. Nostalgia of the home village and the people there turned into an obsession. Resuming of making the retirement home at native got into the anvil. The male bird is once again occupied in planning and executing the second dream house. The female bird left alone at times, started talking to the walls and doors, plants and flowers, bids and animals to kill her silence. She is now eagerly waiting for the affectionate calls from her children and looking for the arrival of grandchildren to break her monotony.
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