We moved into a new building in June. It was incomplete. Bamboo sticks had still not been removed, especially from the elaborate structure at the lobby.
The lifts were covered with wooden planks and the final coat of paint still needed to be given in the staircase area. It was not a home, just an unfinished building. And we were the only occupants.
Every day, as I returned from work, I noticed the lights on only in one flat - ours. The building had not yet come to life.
As time went by, I got used to the single light. Busy Workdays and exhausting all-nighters were beginning to take over my life. It was then that the miracle happened.
Just before Diwali, as I came in after yet another late night, I glanced out of the rickshaw that dropped me home. Our light was switched on as usual. BUT there were many more!!!
In the ensuing months, the bamboo sticks had been removed, the paint had come on, and people had moved in. Our building had a pulse.
By glorious coincidence, the late nighters reduced and I started coming home on time. I saw people coming in, chatted with them and even got an occasional ride from them. Come Diwali, the building, my building came alive to the sound and lights of fireworks.
I don't stay in a building anymore. I stay in a home now. And I love it.
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