23 Dec 2018
It's been a while have been away from this GGN house...1.5 yrs to be precise in London.
As we dismantle this, it'd be a sizable run of 4 winters since 2015. It was my refuge in perhaps one of the most tumultuous time of my life so far.
Perhaps due to middle class sensitivities(insecurities?), houses feel more like a nest.
It was imperfect in so many ways - the Delhi winter draft sneaking via window AC shaft to sleeping on floor(psychologically an 'altitude' shift) is something to experience to empathize next time you see someone outside. Similarly for hunger, financial crunch etc - suggest one experiences it 'sufficiently' not to be dented thereupon. {However, in choice limited to extremes, one may rather not at all[more on that later :)]}....
Cozied up on either sides by 2 heater each again 'broken' in manner that were partially lit.
Ironically, it felt safe than the one before which was again an uber class household.
Anyway, long way since - to a superlative bed with lamp perched atop a study table top. Choice of cutlery & tea cups(stirrer too) - these things being ephermal/fleeting parchment to larger void underneath, but were build with lot of affection(in terms of material/quality - & yes money being a 'universal equalizer' plays its role however not the other way around)
These past few days, were just perfect to relive those memories. Sunlight swept large balconies & ambient pleasantly cold(acclimatized to London helps :P). And yes - to experience this it doesn't feel like the money spent wasn't worth(i pay dearly for 'underlying value')
Perhaps mostly accredited to do with people[beyond scope of this post].
The food delivery startup ecosystem thrives in GGN - due to credit to home delivered tea & yes - food albeit sparing ordered<weird>
Strange if you feel so affectionate to material things which are grossly imperfect for other e.g. prospective tenants walked out in under a minute with unkept water seepage, dirt etc. And we would wriggle in that dilapidated sofa over weekend watching clouds fly past<such vella pana when these're times YOLO>...Balconies had much unobstructed views - albeit lined with only a bunch of tress & grass patch, most of it were societies unoccupied so we could gauge occupancy of how many those matchbox houses got increasingly lit up.
It's been a while have been away from this GGN house...1.5 yrs to be precise in London.
As we dismantle this, it'd be a sizable run of 4 winters since 2015. It was my refuge in perhaps one of the most tumultuous time of my life so far.
Perhaps due to middle class sensitivities(insecurities?), houses feel more like a nest.
It was imperfect in so many ways - the Delhi winter draft sneaking via window AC shaft to sleeping on floor(psychologically an 'altitude' shift) is something to experience to empathize next time you see someone outside. Similarly for hunger, financial crunch etc - suggest one experiences it 'sufficiently' not to be dented thereupon. {However, in choice limited to extremes, one may rather not at all[more on that later :)]}....
Cozied up on either sides by 2 heater each again 'broken' in manner that were partially lit.
Ironically, it felt safe than the one before which was again an uber class household.
Anyway, long way since - to a superlative bed with lamp perched atop a study table top. Choice of cutlery & tea cups(stirrer too) - these things being ephermal/fleeting parchment to larger void underneath, but were build with lot of affection(in terms of material/quality - & yes money being a 'universal equalizer' plays its role however not the other way around)
These past few days, were just perfect to relive those memories. Sunlight swept large balconies & ambient pleasantly cold(acclimatized to London helps :P). And yes - to experience this it doesn't feel like the money spent wasn't worth(i pay dearly for 'underlying value')
Perhaps mostly accredited to do with people[beyond scope of this post].
The food delivery startup ecosystem thrives in GGN - due to credit to home delivered tea & yes - food albeit sparing ordered<weird>
Strange if you feel so affectionate to material things which are grossly imperfect for other e.g. prospective tenants walked out in under a minute with unkept water seepage, dirt etc. And we would wriggle in that dilapidated sofa over weekend watching clouds fly past<such vella pana when these're times YOLO>...Balconies had much unobstructed views - albeit lined with only a bunch of tress & grass patch, most of it were societies unoccupied so we could gauge occupancy of how many those matchbox houses got increasingly lit up.
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