A home is made of hearts and a house is made of bricks. A house attains fulfillment only when it is a home filled of people of all generations, old and new, I meant the grandmothers and grandfathers and grandchildren too. I envy the days when living together was the order of the day. Not the living together in today’s context, but the concept of kith and kin families making a living under the same roof. When I was asked to write about the things I need to lead a happy life such that each moment is celebration, all I could dream of is a home, HomeBrook, with huge open space and a garden with fruit yielding trees with an exclusive area for variety of rose beds, a small stream and few pets and our whole family living in it. I could dedicate this fantasy of mine to the frugal living space we get living in apartments without much liberty in having our own garden or pets. Given today’s scenario, this may be farfetched but yet I would prefer a home with more space, a library and a private terrace for a garden.