Vaani Mahesh

“The house with the pomegranate tree was my major acquisition. In this sense, I owned some unreal estate. The odd thing was that every time I tried to see myself inside this grand old house, I felt sad. It was as if the search for home was the point, and now that I had acquired it and the chase was over, there were no more branches to put in the fire.”
― Deborah Levy, Real Estate: Living Autobiography 3

“A life without swimming every day was not a life I wanted.”
― Deborah Levy, Real Estate: Living Autobiography 3

“I was also searching for a house in which I could live and work and make a world at my own pace, but even in my imagination this home was blurred, undefined, not real, or not realistic, or lacked realism.”
― Deborah Levy, Real Estate: Living Autobiography 3

“It seemed that acquiring a house was not the same thing as acquiring a home. And connected to home was a question I swatted away every time it landed too near me. Who else was living with me in the grand old house with the pomegranate tree? Was I alone with the melancholy fountain for company? No. There was definitely someone else there with me, perhaps even cooling their feet in that fountain. Who was this person? A phantom.”
― Deborah Levy, Real Estate: Living Autobiography 3