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Homes are more than places to stay. We often share strong connections with them. When we feel low, they have a way of picking us up as this story explores.
Home is where the heart belongs. Home is a place where one can feel peace, where one experiences comfort. Home allows us to experience transparency. No charades of personality.
For me a home has always been an atelier of dreams and stories.
Every wall, every corner has a faint smell of aspiration and accomplishment, big or small, simple or luxurious they all have many tales to tell.
I have always wondered why is a house decorated so beautifully? I mean all you do there is eat, sleep, stay.
Why make it so lovely?
Why put in so much effort?
Homes, they allow us to dream. They give us the courage to achieve the impossible. Dreams are like homes, they need peace, comfort, faith, they need to be nurtured and there needs to be transparency.
I remember there was a time in my life when things were impossible to deal with. My career and my dreams all looked bleak.
I had experienced a strange connection with my house one day. It was siesta time and everyone at home was relaxing after a long morning. I started to feel a sudden discomfort in my own home. I started to loathe it. I had never felt so alone ever in my own house. All I could think of was to escape, to run away from home. Just go somewhere where there was peace. A place where I could let go! I was filled with rage and desperation to change and come out of my crisis. I sat there, in one dark corner of my room, dwelling in the idea of leaving home, when the entire room lit up with the afternoon sunlight. Very slowly it threw golden hues on my accomplishments. All my trophies, my certificates, my moments of celebration of friendship, love, life, my family! It all started to illuminate, as if it was trying to enlighten me.
I was so overwhelmed with my own dramatic response to the light that I immediately dismissed it. But it was so strong that I couldn’t ignore it. I started wandering in my room, looking at all those moments of joy, up-close, my certificates of accomplishment.
I had formed this ritual to write about my dreams in my own home, with my morning coffee everyday. Hadn’t I witnessed the same dreams turn to reality in the same house? Then what changed now? Why did I want to leave now?
It suddenly daunted on me!
Did I really want to leave home or runaway from my phase of crisis? I got so caught up in my helplessness that I started loathing my own house and decided to flee when I should have, in fact, stayed and fought it with vigour.
I had experienced defeat before and my own house gave me the courage and security to win. My home allowed me to dream. I realized that very often we want to run away not from our homes but our problems.
Homes give us this security and strength that no matter what the situation we are safe! Most of us are this way. We take our homes for granted and eventually return to it when we desperately look for love and warmth. We declutter the mess, give it a make over and the same old home becomes new and we cannot imagine leaving it!
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I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
Why is the Social Media trend of young mothers of boys captioning their parenting video “Dear future Daughter-in-Law, you are welcome” deeply problematic and disturbing to me as a young mother of a girl?
I have recently come across a trend on social media started by young mothers of boys who share videos where they teach their sons to be sensitive and understanding and also make them actively participate in household chores.
However, the problematic part of this trend is that such reels or videos are almost always captioned, “To my future daughter-in-law, you are welcome.” I know your intentions are positive, but I would like to point out how you are failing the very purpose you wanted to accomplish by captioning the videos like this.
I know you are hurt—perhaps by a domestic household that lacks empathy, by a partner who either is emotionally unavailable, is a man-child adding to your burden of parenting instead of sharing it, or who is simply backed by overprotective and abusive in-laws who do not understand the tiring journey of a working woman left without any rest as doing the household chores timely is her responsibility only.
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