My father gifted a small plot of land to my mother and me before he died in 1982. Having lived a very happy life where he helped his brothers and their sons and daughters get a foothold in life, this was his final gift of them all. Building a home on that land was my dream.
The years passed and in 1999 I finally found an architect-builder who spoke my language. He was into low-cost construction. He believed in combining art with practicality. When he spoke I was overawed. I saw visions of space mingling with functionality. Red-oxide floors, with wire-cut bricks and terracotta tiles…This was my dream home! And thus the journey began…
It took 2 years for the designs to emerge. He was never satisfied with the results and the process was very slow. I waited patiently knowing that at the end of the journey would be the rainbow.
Then finally the work started in 2001. All my dreams, hopes and aspirations centred on the home – Indu named after my father. The work was painfully slow, and a little after the foundation was laid it stopped. My builder friend was a very emotional person and he was going through a period of intense stress, all his projects stopped. His clients like me waited. Most of them dropped him and carried on their projects with other builders. There wasn’t anybody else who understood this style of construction and I had no other option but to wait.
Meanwhile my folks piled pressure on me… time was flying and my friend was out of reach…the home showed no signs of progressing. Prices of construction materials were rising and it seemed absurd that the house could ever be completed in the earlier budget. The only hope seemed to be to sell the plot and buy a home or a flat. I was miserable. I wept inconsolably at the photo of the Divine Mother praying for relief. Everyday I would read out the biography of the Divine Mother written by her chief disciple Swamy Sripadathirtha in Malayalam. Mother’s message and the story of her life gave us hope. I was constantly chanting the Divine Mantra Charanam Sharanam Ramambike. Charanam Sharanam Thrayambake.
Days passed into weeks and weeks into months and months into years…and the house showed no signs of moving an inch. I visited Swamy Sripadathirtha in Tellicherry and fell at his feet, “Swami kindly pray for me, Mother doesn’t seem to be listening to my prayers.”
“The human concept of time is not necessarily the divine concept of time. Be patient, pray to the Mother. She will certainly heed to your prayers” – he consoled me.
Then one day, while reading Mother’s biography, I read a passage where Mother had been invited by a disciple to his newly built home and when Mother visited the home she was amused by the interest shown by people on the outward design of the house, the door carvings, the colour of the paints, and the overall design…but no one was interested or had thought about the foundation of the house. Was it really strong? Had adequate time been given to it so that it was set? While reading this bit, I felt maybe that is what Mother wanted this house to have – a strong foundation…being thoroughly exposed to the changing seasons, this house would have a really strong foundation. I found solace in this.
However among my friends and relatives I was becoming the laughing stock. People either took pity on me or thought I was a fool. My dream of getting married in this house certainly did not take place, but the day after my marriage, miraculously things happened to change. I got new ideas. I took a year off from my work and stayed at the site every day. I followed the same design of my friend and hired labour to build the house the same way he wanted. At every step I was led by the Mother. Funds flowed in from all quarters. Once work started it did not stop for a single day. It was an incredible process. All my prayers were bearing fruit in one final flow. In 2005 September, the house was finally completed. The saga had taken all of 7 years!
Today, visitors who come home are taken aback by the sheer simplicity of the design, the freedom of the space and the soothing effect of the exposed bricks. My mother has lovingly created a terrace garden which adds to the allure. There is a peaceful energy in this space, which is very captivating.
I thank the Divine Mother for this blessing. When I look back at the seven years of desperation, I think that was a blessing too. It taught me a lesson in humility. Thank you Mother. Thank you.