I’ve been promising you this since I moved here a year and a half ago. Apologies for delivering so late, but I guess I was just never happy with the way the place turned out. The house was too big with empty corners, a too small living room, large rooms with awkward walls and too many windows. The paintings were never up where I wanted them, the balconies were nothing on my Delhi terrace garden and the stairs were killing my knees.
So we’re moving house. Yet again. Apparently we’re just nomadic by kismat. The furniture has been turned round and around and shifted and given away and borrowed and lent and we’ve not had a moment of peace. When we moved out of our last house the old landlord left us with, “Sometimes houses don’t suit people – if that happens, I’d love to have you back here.” Err… thanks old man for blighting the place before we even set foot in it. The last year has been miserable for us in more ways than one. No decent househelp, crazy distances that forced me to quit my job, loneliness everytime I looked out of the high rise even though we were surrounded by friends, and a general sense of not being home yet.
Inspite of that we soldiered on and then one day I snapped and told the OA we had to move out of here. This was still not feeling like home. And I am a huge believer in places feeling like home. In creating a home. So we’re moving. I figured if I don’t give you the royal tour now, I’d never get around to it. So here goes. Enjoy.
There is a strong cross breeze at the front door and I've lost a lot of my decorative stuff. So I decided to use unbreakable things such as books. This is a pile of only red covered books set on a green runner with accents of yellow and green. Take that, strong wind.
The first living room arrangement a la Indian railways. I changed it pretty soon.
This was the second option. Lovely for lounging on the couch in the winter afternoon sun. But it blocked the window AC.
Christmas brought inspiration and we finally found the best arrangement while making space for the tree.
And with the arrangement came new cream sofa covers. Clearly people with two kids never learn.
So whaddya think? I also added a new rug that according to the OA only looks older than everything else. The man has no taste. No, I'm the one exception in his life, thank you very much!
Dining room in summer. The chik is made of pretty white chikan counterpanes that I gave up all hope of using after two kids. Sadly you can't tell in this picture.
The staircase leading up to the bedrooms and away from the public areas. The spot you're looking down at is the reading nook.
Corridor between dining and drawing. We were lucky to find a little daru nook again! I don't know why builders keep putting these in.
In the winter this corner of the dining room gets the most delicious sun and I drag the rocking chair here to work while I oversee the kids' homework/craft or meals.
The reading and music nook. This is before we put up the pictures so it looks half-dressed.
Better and aerial view of the nook. Taken while hanging off the stairs and risking my neck for you.
The colour coordinated book shelf that you may also smirk at 
. Can't help being anal!
One of the table settings during Christmas season. The Bean laid this.
Just for kicks, sharing the Diwali table setting. The tablemats have a fine gold design that you can't see in this light. I laid the table and did the rangolis etc. The OA cooked dinner. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful family tradition :p
A little row of lamps and cacti on the way up the stairs. They got the most sun and they loved it.
Some showed their appreciation by flowering promptly.
An old masala jar stuffed with greens and guarded by an old warrior on an elephant.
This is the same bookshelf as above, and holds some of the most precious books I own.
Guest room. The collage of pictures includes sketches by my cousin and some ancient postcards that my grandaunt used to send my grandmother from around the world, including my favourites - embroidered flamenco dancers.
The only untouched book shelf in this house - this one carries my cook books :p
A corner of the bathroom. I love the white pot.
And since we're talking bathrooms, I give you the frog guarding the powder room.
The balcony on the lower floor - the guest room looks out on to it.
And this is what it looks like if you're lying in bed and looking out of the guestroom windows.
This room went from being the kids' play room to the OA's temporary office for the six months he worked from home. It is now our laundry room cum second guest room so will not be shared in its present avatar!
Another view of the lower balcony, leading out of the dining room.
Because an AC backside always looks ugly!
After I got the lovely escritoire from the parents I gave the kids my plain old table. Yes, I'm mean that way.
But I was kind enough to set it up for them, right down to lining it with pretty paper. The OA spent half the night pointing and laughing at me. Feel free to do the same.
Because nothing fills up the senses more than a fragrant night and a cool night breeze wafting into your bedroom as you sleep with the doors left wide open. I guess there are some things I'll miss about living high up among the clouds.
The Brat reading on the bed, a box of dinosaurs kept for comfort at his legs. The Bean is as always busy with art and craft at her desk. They wanted these posters and I couldn't think of a way to do it without ruining the walls. So ribbons and clothespins it was.
A corner of our bedroom. Again, I've never really been happy with the way it turned out.
And I'm sure you remember this nook under the stairs for the kids. It's now their cycle stand!
In the worst of summer I removed the rug, left the floor cool, put up an inexpensive bit of chik and hung a couple of toys from the staircase to entertain them. Oh, and added some dancing bamboos.
The other end of their room. This was the day we spent making pirate masks and putting up a show for erm.. no one.
This is part of the balcony leading out of my bedroom.
This is the balcony leading out of my bedroom. Perfect for a morning cup of tea on a still day. On a breezy day its deadly.
Oh! And this was my last bit of genius 
Black and whites taken ONLY by friends. This way I have a wall full of art that has great value for me even if it's not a Hussain.
And this is my favourite - a Mughal miniature by none other than the talented Lavanya Karthik (http://lavanyakarthik.wordpress.com/), featuring the OA and I in a romantic setting, with the Gurgaon skyline behind us. And oh, the two babies hanging like monkeys from a tree. Now this one I'd not exchange for a Hussain.
Because nothing fills up the senses more than a fragrant night and a cool night breeze wafting into your bedroom. I guess there are some things I'll miss about living high up among the clouds.
I believe you met Ms Escritoire in an old post. She belonged to my grandmother who was a writer, poet and artist. Each time I sit down to write I worry that I'm not living up to her expectations, even as I appreciate the privilege of owning her desk now.
Because I owe you a Diwali post. This year we lit up that window and kept fire crackers etc to a minimum.
A kitchen shelf. I love the old hen and the fat ladybird with some green on her back.
And the birdbath in my living room balcony for those who missed it when I last posted about it.
For anything I might have left out, go to the decor tag.
