Short Stories de Vida

3. I Dwell where my Heart does

The simple difference between in a house and a home is that a house is a shelter while a home is a memory, an attachment. You are never attached to your house which is the material structure. You are rather attached to your home which is the moral feeling. Like said, "Home is where the heart is."

Any place can be home when you form an attachment with it. This is what the Krupta family learnt at their new place. Before any of you impose any questions regarding the Krupta family, let me just move into their story.

Mr. Ravijan Krupta, founder of "Jeevam Pvt. Ltd.", top businessman of Mumbai, was very efficient and work ethic. His company manufactured natural made soap bars for maintaining skin health. His family consisted of his supportive wife, Mrs. Malanti Krupta, his lovely daughter, Mahisha and his adorable son, Thriput. Mrs. Krupta was an a very sensitive and emotional personality. She would get attached to her surroundings and thus it was hard for her to accept changes in her surroundings.

One day, Mr. Krupta barged into the house after his business hours. "Welcome home dear. What's the matter? Why did you barge in like that? Everything alright?" Mrs. Krupta asked him handing him a glass of water. Mr. Krupta, who had just undone his shoes, gulped down the water in the blink of an eye and them place his shoes in the shoe rack before he spoke up. "We are shifting to Panjim."

"What??" Mrs. Krputa asked sounding horrified. "Yes my dear, we need to shift to Panjim for maybe around 2-3 years. Well don't you worry I won't sell this house." Mr. Krupta said. "Wait!! Gimme a second. So you barge into the house and the first words you utter are, 'We need to shift to Panjim'? I am extremely confused. Why?" Mrs. Krupta asked. "Of course for the business silly. Well all of us board directors have decided to start a new unit in Panjim. They all suggested for me to be there during the initial 2-3 years of the setting up and functioning of the unit." Mr. Krupta explained.

"Can not somebody else do this? Please I don't want to shift. You know how much I hate change in the environment around me." Mrs. Krupta said pouting. "I understand but as a founder it is I who can bring more justice to this initiative than anyone else. Please understand dear. This is crucial for the business." Mr. Krupta said trying to persuade her.

'Can't believe this is happening. Why does it have to us who need to shift? Why not somebody els-' Mrs. Krupta's thoughts were interrupted as the kids had arrived. "Awww....my little sugary cupcakes are back. How was your day?" Mr. Krupta asked. "I just gave the best presentation in my English class. For the first time my English teacher has been impressed with someone and it is an honour that the someone over here is me." Mahisha said. "Nothing new." Thriput said. "Well I hope you had a good day because I have news." Mr. Krupta said. "What is it? What is it?" Thriput asked with his eyes sparkling. "Can we talk over lunch please? I am hungry." Stated a pouty Mahisha. Thriput and Mr. Krupta giggled and nodded.

Mahisha was a foodie and her love for her mother's food was at a very high extreme. Her heart knew no content when it came to all the delicacies her mother would prepare. Even with sadness deep within her heart, Mrs. Krupta's face was adorned with a smile hearing Mahisha. She quickly served the lunch which was her special smoky Butter-Garlic Kulchas and spicy Paneer Kaju Masala. The smoky garlic taste of the Kulchas dipped with the spicy and creamy taste of the Paneer-Kaju Masala was heavenly.

"Wow ma!! This is so delicious. Love it so much." Mahisha mumbled while stiffing her mouth with a huge piece of Kulcha in her mouth. "Yes ma. It is very yummy." Thriput said. Mrs. Krupta was happy to see her kids enjoy the lunch she made. "Ok, so lemme tell you the news. So the news is, We are shifting to Panjim." Mr. Krupta said. The eyes of the two children twinkled liked stars. Oh it was definetly any child's dream to go live in Goa! Imagine all the delicious varieties of breads that one can get everyday and even visit the beach as often as possible.