SHRESHTA ON HEALING SPACES

SOFT, STILL AND SOOTHING.

It's the white curtains and the freshly painted off-white walls, they conclude, while thinking aloud and letting their eyes wander around the room. It doesn't feel like there is a bustling street just around the corner once you step in here, they confess with uncertainty, waiting to test their hypothesis, only to find that the calmness stays on, much to their relief. As the visits unfold, bringing in old allies, new companions and future friends, all the little touches and embellishments find quiet or curious admirers and settle acceptingly into their designated spots on the walls, side tables and wooden bookshelves. The place gives of itself, to each who enters. And how could it not? The process of its coming together involved healing, love, equality and giving between two souls. It is a space of refuge, resting and revival. A pit stop called home.