decided to build a house, as a gift for his newly married daughter, Visalakshi. An unusual act, as it was traditional only to build houses for sons and the world was at war so construction materials were hard to come buy.
He was a respected, international financier and merchant and only the best would do for his precious child.
|1944 letter requesting permission to build the house|
Venetian glass lampshades
and had wonderful local, sun-fired tiles handmade for the dwelling. The rooms were gracious, high-ceilinged and cool.
Beautiful gardens surrounded the dwelling
and wedding gifts, such as pots and pans and cutlery were loaded into the kitchens.
However, after 20 years the house was closed and the family moved - some to big cities in India and others to locations across the globe.
|Original house key (our room key)|
Bit large to slip into a pocket
Like Sleeping Beauty, the house remained, frozen in time, with dust and cobwebs gently covering its interior with a fine counterpane, whilst the years rolled by.
A decade ago, Visalakshi's daughter decided to re-open the house and breathe new life into it as a hotel so that others could enjoy its peace and ambience.
We have the privilege of staying in it for the next couple of days.
|My view as I write|