I don’t think my current apartment would want to remember me this way!

After almost five years of living in a charming ground floor, corner house in CR Park, Delhi, later this month I will move out. And when I say “charming,” I do not mean that as a placeholder for a house that just was. My house, this home, really was everything to my inert, Delhi life. But as life moves on, I had to quit, navigate and escalate to take some steps in a more hopeful direction (more on that when?!?). For now, I want to hold this space as it held me — with immense love, acceptance and endless giving; while I am still here I want to say to its still-not-chipped walls how much it has meant to me in its grandeur, deceptive spaciousness and open ambivalence.