“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” — Jane Austen
The question—What does your ideal home look like?—has lingered in my mind for years. It’s not just a prompt; it’s a dream I’ve carried quietly, sometimes obsessively, since 4 or 5 years. I can say, it’s a recent dream. I have not thought much about this few years back. Today, I wanted to write about my ideal home. But time seems to run rapidly since morning today. Now I got time to work on this.
I’ve always imagined building a home that’s not just beautiful, but truly one of a kind. A place that reflects personality, purpose, and a touch of magic. I want it to be unique—not in the sense of luxury, but in design, spirit, and story.
One of my earliest inspirations was the Goldstein-Sheats House, which I stumbled upon on YouTube. Its architecture, its history—it left me awestruck. Then came Netflix’s The World’s Most Extraordinary Homes. I devoured every season. Each episode sparked something deeper: a desire not just to admire, but to create.
For a while, watching home design shows and videos became a habit. I had subscribed to a few architectural websites, watched youtube channels related to architecture. I collected books like 50 Beautiful Houses in India (Volumes 3 and 4), filled with stunning visuals and architectural ideas. I subscribed to design websites, explored floor plans, and even tried building a small home design myself—just to see what it felt like to shape space with intention.
And we always wanted to own a home which came to fruition last January. We moved into our own home. It’s not the extraordinary house I’ve envisioned, but it’s ours. It’s a beginning. And for that, I’m deeply grateful.
Still, the dream persists. Someday, I’ll build a home with a vast open area, ample parking, a lush garden, and thoughtful ventilation. It will be environmentally conscious, emotionally resonant, and architecturally bold. A place that invites conversation, creativity, and calm.
This isn’t just about walls and windows—it’s about crafting a space that feels alive. A sanctuary. A story. A reflection of everything I’ve imagined and everything I’ve become. When the day wears you down and exhaustion sets in, home becomes more than shelter. It becomes solace.

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