Gayatri was just sitting in the balcony when her attention fell on the bird sitting on the tree in front.  Today the chirping was a bit loud.  The chirping of the birds continued for a long time and Gayatri Devi listened in awe.  The process of seeing birds like this had become a part of everyday life.  One day, seeing the straw in the bird's beak, Gayatri went to the memory of years ago. 

 Remembering her house, which she had left since when due to a compulsion and now she was trying to make this building a home.  Gayatri, who got married about fifty years ago from today, lived happily in two rooms of the government quarter with her husband, when she reached the door of understanding and maturity, then when dreams of building her own house should be decorated in her eyes.  

Didn't even know.  It was very difficult to make his dream come true in the small salary of a modest constable in the railway police, but Gayatri's desire had also learned to make a way.  By engaging in many small and big tasks like sewing and weaving, he had accumulated the amount of money to build a small house. 

 However, the husband also left no stone unturned to support and work hard.  Before settling the colony, Gayatri was alone somewhere in the middle of the forest to make her dream come true with the safety of her son and daughter because it was difficult for her husband to get time off from his job. 

 After working tirelessly with the laborers, a place to live was ready, but the desire to build one more floor was in the mind with the idea of ​​living life after the husband's job, but the lack of money stopped the thoughts.  was given  Gayatri had lost sleepless nights and found it difficult to find a solution when a new path of hope appeared.  Gayatri had decided to sell her jewelery but had to persuade her husband was difficult. 

 After many efforts, her husband finally said yes with the promise that one day he would get her jewelry back.  After the house was built, the name of the husband was written on the nameplate but the house was named 'Gayatri Niwas' by the husband with great affection.  

When the son had told her for the first time that his name was written on the nameplate above her husband's name, the joy she felt when she touched that nameplate, despite not being educated, seemed to flow from her eyes.