I have moved to Hiranandani, Powai, this Sunday. So far, it’s been only one day, and it’s been supremely good.
A quick list of why my bed, by books, my view from the window feels like a groovy kind of love:
I share a beautiful little house with two other people. There are two comfy, slouchy cane chairs hanging in the living room; there’s also a nice black leather couch on an endless, endless marble floor
A roomy kitchen, two fridges, and a really charming area outside the kitchen to have dinners and breakfasts and afternoon tea in
A reasonably big bath
Twin-beds in the room with a sweet little ledge to sit and read on
A garden that offers that the most heavenly bouquet of redolent fragrances at night; that and pretty sights of the moon and clouds…all those traces that went into the writing of ‘She walks in beauty’
A marvellous walk in and around the fountains and garden spotted roads of Hiranandani
A quick distance from the place I worked in earlier – the place that filled my life with such innocent, excellent joy for three whole, nectared years
The most poetic detail of all borrows one of Kazuo Ishigoro’s title - ‘A pale view of the mountains’…from everywhere you look
It’s a beautiful dream…this place.