Publisher's Synopsis
Some houses are more than just walls and windows. They remember. They grieve. They love.
In a city racing toward glass-and-chrome modernity, the weathered house on Gulmohar Lane stubbornly remains, watching as high-rises devour its neighbours. Built by a British officer in the 1950s, passed through the hands of the dignified Desai family, and now home to three generations who barely agree on dinner plans.
For seventy years, the house on Gulmohar Lane has stood as a silent witness to the lives within its walls. It has sheltered generations, held their secrets, and watched them grow, change, and-inevitably-leave. But when Tara returns after years away, drawn back by something she can't quite name, she finds the echoes of her past waiting for her.
Part family drama, part gentle satire of changing India, The House on Gulmohar Lane reminds us that sometimes the most stubborn structures are the ones most worth preserving-whether they're buildings or bonds between people who drive each other crazy.
A beautifully poignant tale of heritage, belonging, and the invisible threads that tie us to the places we call home, The House on Gulmohar Lane is a novel that lingers long after the final page.
