As we grow older the mind requires the ‘me’ space and ‘me’ time. In the early 40s, there arises a deep craving for the ‘me’ space in our family set-up and in our houses. A ‘me’ time where we wake- up earlier than the rest of the household, spend time staring into space, reflecting and contemplating.

A ‘me’ space – or I would rather say a private den – for us to pen our private thoughts, draw or paint – somewhere where we can stretch our legs, sprawl on the floor and read books. In those pockets of isolation, we find comfort – comfort from the maddening world.