The saga of shifting into a new fauji home

Topsy – turvy is how I would describe my life right now. We left Jaipur two months back, lock, stock and barrel, to begin a new phase of life in Fatehgarh. The whole household was packed and sent off in two trucks to our new posting place. We went to our hometown Dehradun for ten days and from there, we came to Fatehgarh. On reaching the two sets of guestrooms which would be our home for the next two months, we were informed about the ” casualties “.

Thirty garden pots broken
Fabric torn of a living room chair
Wood cracked in another chair
Some items of the crockery broken

The chairs have been repaired by now and I have taken the rest of the damage in my stride. There is a long waiting period for houses, so we have decided to shift into a temporary accomodation for the time being. It being a Captain’s quarter, which is a 2BHK , but with a spacious front yard as well a backyard and also a servant quarter. To many, and specially those living in the metros, this might seem good enough; but we are shifting from a very spacious house to a much smaller one. And this is what requires big_time home making skills ( of the wife and the husband both ).

The length of the curtains needs to be shortened and the M.E.S. yard has to be visited to hunt down beds that are new, or at least freshly painted and in a good condition. Some of the kitchen shelves need to be fitted with doors and I can’t fathom how to fit in the various kitchen items in this much smaller kitchen. Many items will have to stay packed for lack of space. For the same reason, we will have to keep some of our living room furniture packed too. The beautiful study table sets of my daughters will stay packed , and so will some of their toys and games.

We go to the new house daily, to set it up properly. I look at our dearly loved garden swing, a swing that has brought a lot of joy and peace to me, my kids, their friends, and wonder if I will be able to sit on it freely as there are hordes of menacing looking monkeys all around. Monkeys, who have become infamous in the area for biting grown-ups and kids. The picket fence needs to be put up around the yard and flowers need to be planted. Hopefully, the yard will soon look like a garden. The flowers in our garden pots and the hanging baskets have all died and the plants look lifeless, though they are being watered daily. They are all lying huddled and cramped in a rundown shed and begining to wither. I can’t wait to shift them to the new house and nurture them back to life.

But I know, that once we start to live in the house, it will soon turn into a home. The lifeless structure will develop a soul and will witness our love, squabbles, laughter and tears. When the first meal will be cooked in the kitchen, many wonderful smells will waft from the kitchen, fill the air in the whole house, slowly turning it into a home. My children’s laughter will make the house smile and soon it will find itself turning into a smiling and happy home.

Hey new home, here we come!

© Jul 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

Author: Sapna Dhyani

I am Sapna Dhyani. I write about everything that crosses my mind. I write about life as I see it and like to infuse humour into my blogs. I belong to Dehradun but now live in a new city after every two years, being an army wife. This uprooting of base every couple of years, setting up a new home in a new place, meeting new people and forging new friendships, exploring new cities; all this ensures that I go through and am blessed with a myriad of experiences.

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