Martha’s Home

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May 25, 2014 by Preeks

My Auto was crossing a busy street in crowded Malad in Mumbai and I suddenly saw a home. Nestled amid tall buildings, there was a home.

“Martha’s Home”, the nameplate said. A nice quaint little home with banana trees and gardens, bang in between claustrophobic tall apartment complexes, with peeling paint and monsoon eroded walls, ugly ACs jutting out and meshed windows to keep the world out. But this little house was standing its ground there. I don’t know what it was about the house, but it got me thinking.

What was the story behind Martha’s Home? 

Maybe there was a lovely, happy couple that bought land here in the 1960s. Maybe the lady, Martha, drew out a plan for the house. Maybe she stood there in the heat everyday with a toddler kid under her arm, as laborers struggled to bring her dream to life. Maybe she handed them nice lemonade once in a while, to keep them on their feet. Maybe she touched a brick once in a while, and drifted into a dreamland. Maybe she told her crying 2 year old, that one month from now, he will have a garden to play in! Maybe when the house was completed, Martha stood with her hands on her hips, surveyed the place and thought to herself, “This is perfect.”

Maybe Martha and her husband moved in there. Maybe her husband lovingly carved out that nameplate with his wife’s name on it. Maybe they had another kid. Or maybe two more. Who can say? 

Maybe, Martha’s home became a noisy little playground for all the kids of the neighborhood. And later, the place where the kids gathered to study. Maybe, just maybe, that toddler kid grew up to become the go-to guy of the area. Maybe kids dropped in, to learn Algebra from him. Maybe his sister hid behind the curtain and watched the elder boys study and joke and giggle and hide magazines behind notebooks. Maybe Martha’s daughter made that orange wind chime that hung outside the door.

Maybe, the son went on to become an engineer. Maybe the daughter studied Economics at Xaviers. Maybe Martha and her husband found a nice Christian boy and the girl became a bride, at Martha’s Home. Maybe, Martha’s husband wiped away a few tears behind the coconut tree in the courtyard, when he had to give his daughter away. Maybe, Martha’s daughter went into her bedroom in the corner of the house for one last time, sighed, hugged her pillow and left.

Maybe, the son decided to go the crowd’s way. Maybe he got admitted to a fancy college in the US. Maybe, Martha and her husband discussed if mortgaging the house was the only way to pay. But, maybe, it turned out, the walls of the house had indeed kept away distractions and gotten a scholarship for the son. Maybe, he left the house promising to come back.

Maybe, Martha and her husband found solace in the nearby church. Or the sea. Who knows? Maybe the beautiful banana trees in their compound. Maybe their life was then filled with happiness when their daughter came for summer holidays, with a bunch of munchkins. Maybe the house was filled with peals of laughter and joy as Martha’s husband sneaks in ice-cream everyday. Or candies. Or coconuts!

Maybe the son sent a photo of his girlfriend. Maybe, she was pretty and the best possible choice their son could have made. Maybe, once again Martha’s home was decorated. For another wedding. Maybe, the son gifted their parents that nice little Maruti 800.

And then, maybe, everyone moved on with their lives. Maybe her grandchildren grew up and didn’t have time to come for summer holidays. Maybe, her son was too busy to come every year. Maybe, Martha became old. Maybe, that house she loved so much, was suddenly too big for her. Maybe, life had moved on so much, it was difficult to cling on to parts of it.

Maybe, one day, the son dropped in, helped them packed their bags and took them to the US for 6 months. Maybe, Martha and her husband decided life was easier there. Maybe they never came back. Maybe, noone sold that house because it was and will always be Martha’s Home.

Maybe, a car drew up beside mine, in the middle of all traffic, amid all the ugly tall buildings and a young man pointed to Martha’s House and told his 2 year old child sitting beside him, “This was Home. My Grandparent’s Home. Martha’s Home.”

Who knows? 🙂



PS: I really don’t know why I wrote this story. When I saw Martha’s Home in Malad yesterday, I just knew I had to tell this story. Its the story of so many families and so many homes..Felt nice to see that place stand its ground and fight for its spot in the middle of all those tall daunting buildings. It just felt like a story that needed to be told!
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35 thoughts on “Martha’s Home

  1. Red Handed says:

    THIS WAS THE BEST POST I READ THIS MONTH..Yes indeed!
    What beauty to it…MARTHA'S HOME…Whoever named it was indeed a gem, even if it was Martha herself. 🙂
    The stories u told…screams out loud your beautiful imagination. Lovely!

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  2. Red Handed says:

    also kindly check my blog page…I needed to share this 😀

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  3. Aah Thank you red for sharing this. Woman I feel like visiting Malad straight away to see that home. It was so beautiful. You know right on the corner of mahim and dadar is an old home. I often stare at it when I pass by that place. Much like you said, old rusty place, pots on the verandah, dried up. Right in the middle of chaos, yet that old home stands firm.

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  4. Parvathy says:

    Again thanks a ton Red for sharing this. And Preeti I love this. And I love you for writing this beautiful story 😀

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  5. This is so beautiful and amazing. The warm feel to it just makes it even more lovely!

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  6. DI says:

    Very very beautiful Preeks! Loved it 🙂

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  7. Anonymous says:

    Wow ! Makes us all think. Such a sweet story.

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  8. Nisha says:

    Wow! And I thought I was the only one who looked at people/houses/shops and thought what life would have been like. Amazing imagination. Truth as well.

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  9. S says:

    And what a cute drawing 🙂

    P.S: I am in Mumbai right now, maybe I will get to see Martha's home sitting in the auto…and I will think of you and your post.

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  10. Preeti says:

    Thanks a lot Red, for the lovely wishes! 🙂

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  11. Preeti says:

    Checked! Free publicity! Yay! 😀

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  12. Preeti says:

    Yeah..Lots of such nostalgic places in and around old Mumbai! 🙂
    Thanks for dropping by! 🙂

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  13. Preeti says:

    Thanks Juhi! Welcome here! 🙂

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  14. Preeti says:

    Thanks Parvathy! Thanks for dropping by! 🙂

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  15. Preeti says:

    Thanks so much Anusha! 🙂

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  16. Preeti says:

    Thank you DI! 😀

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  17. Preeti says:

    Glad I am not alone! 🙂
    Thanks for dropping by! 🙂

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  18. Preeti says:

    Spent an entire Sunday making it, and it came out so bad! 😀
    Sunday well wasted though! 😛
    You are in Mumbai? I hope I run into you then! 🙂 🙂

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  19. Rajlakshmi says:

    woww this is such a beautiful story you have weaved around the house. Warm and hopeful.

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  20. wow this is the first thing I read on your blog and its so thoughtful and gives a warm and cosy feeling :), its no wonder that now I am hooked to this space.

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  21. Preeti says:

    Thanks! 🙂

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  22. Preeti says:

    Thanks Pratibha! Will definitely visit your blog! 🙂

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  23. B says:

    I will type again 🙂

    Thank god you saw that house and we get to READ the lovely story.. very positive .. I enjoyed reading the story

    Bikram

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  24. Preeti says:

    Thank you Bikram! 🙂
    (Wonder where I keep losing comments!)

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  25. What a beautiful narration and story Preeks. 🙂 I have to say I got a bit emotional reading. True. This is story of everyone owning a home. I know how proud my parents are of the home they built. 🙂 Simply Beautiful.

    (This is also why you need to write more often. 🙂 )

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  26. Preeti says:

    Thanks Dil! 🙂
    See, i do want to write. But I am so lazy! 😦

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  27. wow………..felt good after reading this…………..the title was so catchy that no one can resist reading it……………

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  28. I am too with you………..

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  29. You spun a story using the name on the nameplate on the house. wow Preeti. Your imagination and narration was what made it a great read. 🙂

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  30. And did you draw that beautiful sketch?

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  31. Preeti says:

    Thanks Vikram! 🙂

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  32. Preeti says:

    Thanks AK! 🙂
    But, you really should have seen the house..It spoke of such a nice story! 🙂

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  33. Preeti says:

    Yes I did! 😀
    Frankly, I had something really nice in mind. I spent a good 6 hours doing this. It didn't really come out the way I imagined it..But then I thought I should just go ahead and post this, to complete my story! 🙂

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