08/08/2026
When my husband built this house 20 years ago, I was around him, but honestly, I didn’t really understand what it took to build a house.
I would hear about things over the phone, see pictures through emails, and watch the house slowly take shape from a distance. Back then, I never truly understood the amount of work behind every wall, every corner and every little detail.
It was only years later, when we started building our office and our school, that I began to see what goes into turning an architect’s drawings into reality.
I saw how deeply he involved himself in every little detail of construction. The decisions, the corrections, the endless discussions, the dedication, the sleepless nights… everything.
And that made me realise what it must have taken to build this house.His very first project, soon after college.A house he designed while we were in love, keeping our little future family in mind.
He didn’t just build a house.He poured his heart, his soul, his dreams and his youth into it.Every little corner has a story. Every detail carries a piece of him.And that is why, to me, this isn’t just a house.This is my Taj Mahal. ❤️Every brick here will breathe his name.
Sometimes I wonder if our children will ever truly understand the hard work behind these walls. Will they ever know how much of their father’s heart went into building the home they grew up in?
I hope someday they do.Because I will always cherish the privilege of living in a home I can proudly say—”My husband designed this, keeping our future little family in mind.”
And perhaps that is why, no matter how many places we build,this one will always be my Taj Mahal. ❤️
