A simple, expansive family home stands in the midst of coffee estates and overlooks a tributary of the Hemavathy, or the backwaters in and post the monsoon. It’s a place for a pause. For a rejuvenation of the soul. For meandering conversations long pending, with those that matter the most – family, friends, those closest. For reading books lying around forever since they were bought. For slow, easy walks. For a nice cup of coffee in the rain.

The home is filled with memories of the past. Family heirlooms, pieces of furniture and decor picked on a trip, or gifted by an aunt. It’s many things, from many places, and it all fits because that’s how we make life what it is, no?