Why home is the happiest place for me?

Home has been the most special for me. If I have done the biggest sacrifice in my life, it is leaving my home to move into my husband’s home after marriage. Slowly, the new home became a part of me, with every new day. It is not just bricks, not just sand, not just cement. It isn’t a structure. My home has been the constant bystander for every ups and downs of my life. Five years have passed by, and I have grown roots to this home in a native town in West Bengal, India. There are many plants and trees in my home, papaya, beetle nut, hibiscus, aloe vera, tulsi, neem and so many more. They all are so dear to me. I talk to them when I have no one to share my overwhelming emotions. I feel they are a part of my family.  I came to this home, a day after my marriage, with my husband. While entering the home, he was holding my hand. I don’t remember if it was a ritual or he was holding my hand just like that, but it gave me a sense of security and strength from the very first moment. Amid all the laughter, chaos and giggles, I could see my world being shifted. I shifted my world for the person I loved and committed to be with him. That day is still incredibly special. No, I don’t celebrate it like our wedding anniversary, neither do I share with him all these, but I introspect deep inside my heart.

The days that followed that day, turned magical. Sharing things; from towel to blanket, something I haven’t done with anyone else, to sharing bed, life changed a lot. I got used to waking up with the fresh fragrance of his hairs, warm hugs and soft kisses. Every day of my life became a new story, that I wished to pen down but never got to. Then came days of fights, tears and sorrow. But the moments of happiness and love were enough to overshadow them. I used to bid him goodbyes everyday when he went to office. I spent so many good moments with his parents. It didn’t take much time for me to love them, because they loved me, perhaps a lot more. Within a few months, I got a new addition to my family, a cute little kitten. I brought him home, but my husband took him inside our room. That day, he won my love once more. A gush of fresh air filled my home.

When I am quietly sitting, I remember so many things. The balcony, where we used to sit and drink whiskey, listening to the charming voice of Arijit Singh. After my husband moved to Denmark, my daughter and I sit in our balcony, listening to Rabindrasangeet. The melancholic tunes unfold a  series of moments, that I lived and loved. My daughter continues with her playful antics, while I think about those times. When we went to Shantiniketan, we bought many things to decorate our home and our bedroom, just like we buy clothes and accessories, to adorn ourselves. We bought a conical lamp, with embroidery done on it. The dim light coming out of the lamp, changed the ambience of the room. I used to get transported to a new world, where all dreams have been fulfilled. We used to sit by the lamp, take selfies, chatted and laughed out loud.

Every sweet-little-nothings, that I longed for all my life, my all big “Firsts”, that I could only dream of, became a reality in this home. It became my happy place. It still is the happiest place for me, my own little world, where I can laugh out like a mad, cry like a baby and sleep like a log. If there is something called perfect, the perfect peaceful place in this world is my home. We started weaving happiness with threads of partnership.  I would never want to go anywhere else except this heaven. All I wish is to spend the last breath of my life with my husband, in this home.