I’m a home-body and it’s no secret. The amount of writing that I do will give a clear indication of how much time I spend at home. And it’s been always like that, for as long as I can remember. When I was in my native town, in school-days, I’d just perch up in a cozy corner of my home and let my imagination run riot with new ideas and whatever I fancied, which, I’d then carefully pen down in pages and pages of white sheet. It was my world and I loved it. Those scribblings would become my most precious possessions in the form of stories and poems, which till date I’ve preserved with out-most care. The whole atmosphere in our house was such that I’d just not want to go out and waste my time frivolously. I loved those creative pursuits instead. Of course, I was into sports and stuff, but after that done, I’d run back to the comfort of my home. Good thing about native home was, my parents were around and all things were taken care of – be it kitchen, house-hold stuff or even getting the home re-done every few years, and life was too good.
Winning post of Godrej #HomeCanvas contest in association with BA