I have umpteen reasons to despise the present home I live in.
The most important of them is, that the windows in my new home make me feel a prisoner, literally. The hall window allows me air utility from its one by four feet vent. In reality, it's a shutter window but will let in only that much air! What a difference from that MHADA home's hall that had the best of windows I have known!
The kitchen is my other eyesore. For a couple who cook together, this kitchen is an apology. It allows only one person to stand comfortable and my gas stove occupies most of its slab space. If I were to do an about turn from the gas, the kitchen shelf is on my face. Negotiating this space is like opening a lock with handcuffs on. Is that what the builder perceived the kitchen should be like? A box of suffocation?
My hall window opens directly into the terrace of the building next door (hardly a feet away). I bear the brunt of the day heat, and am forced to pull the curtain when I find men around there.
A bedroom that looks more like a store room space with its crammed up walls, thankfully has a window facing east. It means cool breeze. Only, I cannot look out of the window. It opens into a dirty backyard of a building, and another hideaway home.
The terrace above my second floor home is a breather. I can finally dry my clothes in the open! And look at the Kalakshetra buildings popping out of the trees in that compound, to dream of possibly spending time there!
The other boon is of course that a ride to the beach is five minutes away!
No comments:
Post a Comment