dream home? a dream? or just a home?

A bunch of friends..  talking to each other... a few talking at the others, the other end not bothered if spoken to or spoken at just because it was all the gang together breaking bread. Quite literally! We got ten refills of that darn dry crap highly salty bread and Noone was inclined as yet to get food! 

I was watching the lot... as usual. I watch. It exhausts me to be a part of any conversation, but it recharges me when I watch people, their tics their tells and all theself conscious adjusting their collars repositioning their watches, opening out their shirts to show just a glint of whatever metal there or the small unconscious touching of the face to check.. .the tiny wince when someone brushes past their shoulder... their well concealed, bruised shoulder... 

The conversation shifted to their homes... 

Rather their house(s)... 

All the fanciness, the minimalism and clean lines and all the jazz... 

The men so typically talking about the investment value as against stock 

And getting into it... surprisingly the women of this well educated actually over educated crowd had no inkling of it all. They just weren't bothered to contribute with any shape or form of an opinion. 

I don't say I know it all. But you do learn bits and bobs here and there. 

I know what an uds is. I know what a j.v is I know what an outright handover is. But why were they so lost?! 

Their husband's took care of the details... 

Anyway... 

All designs that were shown the pictures shown all pristine. All clean lines. All just so clean. So sterile. In the way I feel corporate hospitals looked. I'm not sure I'd like to go back to the house in the pictures take my shoes off and just sit with my feet on the couch. 

All I wanted was earthy tones. A thinning. I would love to have a mittham. A small thulsi plant in the center. It on grill over the mittham giving the linear patterns through the day with the sun's travel. The beautiful red Spartak or red cement floor. The nice corner aathankudi tiles. These beautiful dark brown well grained well aged teak yaali and pillars when we enter the family room. A beautiful Narthana natarajar in the same teak frame. A swing with brass holds. Maybe this swing will make me sit on a swing after 20 years of being the forebringer of bitterness.

The nice kitchen, an island to eat. A recliner near the backyard with jasmine karpooravali bamblimas plants and oh how I would love the green sampangi to be there as well...

Well... that's just me... wafting smell of coffeeand jasmine with nice music and earthy tones and wooden fringes... but if it's just me what's the point I don't really need that beauty anyway right... 

That would be a home... 

But just being in a house works just about fine for me as well. A roof a couple of rooms. My little ones who aren't so little anymore. A place to rest my head.