Project |
Tree House - A Vertical Symphony in the City |
Location |
Sion, Mumbai |
In the beating heart of Sion, where city sounds rarely pause and space is always contested, stands a quiet rebellion — a home that grows not outwards, but upward, like a tree finding light between buildings. This is the Tree House.
You enter through a living room bathed in quiet grandeur — its volume generous, its tone inviting. Light pours in from the north, soft and consistent, into the kitchen that follows, cocooned yet open. There’s a back entrance too, a nod to the rhythm of everyday life. But it’s the staircase — complex, sculptural, and intuitive — that becomes the spine of this home. Rising through the centre, the stairs and courtyard together behave like the trunk of a living tree. Each landing, each turn, opens into a different “canopy.” On the first floor, the parents find rest, and guests find welcome — all gathered gently around a translucent courtyard, a space that filters not just light, but connection. The levels stagger slightly, allowing glimpses between floors — enough to feel one another’s presence, without intrusion. This dance of distance and closeness is where the house finds its genius. Climb higher, and the space brightens. The second floor is where daylight lives. Here, a perforated floor in the courtyard lets the sun trickle down — dappled and poetic. The kids’ room is tucked in just right, its study below and its sleeping loft accessible only through a secret mid-landing door — a daily dose of magic for little feet and curious minds.
Home to a multi-generational family rooted in tradition yet reaching toward something freer, the house was born from a desire for more than just rooms. They longed for joy, for light, for play. A home where parents could grow older in ease, where children could grow up with wonder, and where every square foot of precious Mumbai real estate would pulse with purpose and warmth.
The plot, long and slender, once felt like a corridor of walls — dark, disconnected, and boxed in. Today, it breathes. The house opens not to the outside, but inward — creating its own world, layer by layer.
You enter through a living room bathed in quiet grandeur — its volume generous, its tone inviting. Light pours in from the north, soft and consistent, into the kitchen that follows, cocooned yet open. There’s a back entrance too, a nod to the rhythm of everyday life. But it’s the staircase — complex, sculptural, and intuitive — that becomes the spine of this home.
Rising through the centre, the stairs and courtyard together behave like the trunk of a living tree. Each landing, each turn, opens into a different “canopy.” On the first floor, the parents find rest, and guests find welcome — all gathered gently around a translucent courtyard, a space that filters not just light, but connection.
The levels stagger slightly, allowing glimpses between floors — enough to feel one another’s presence, without intrusion. This dance of distance and closeness is where the house finds its genius.
Climb higher, and the space brightens. The second floor is where daylight lives. Here, a perforated floor in the courtyard lets the sun trickle down — dappled and poetic. The kids’ room is tucked in just right, its study below and its sleeping loft accessible only through a secret mid-landing door — a daily dose of magic for little feet and curious minds.
And then, the crown of this tree: the master suite. A world of its own, with a private terrace and a bold, canted skylight above — perfect for long dinners, quiet drinks, or watching the sky change colour.
At every level, nature is folded in. Light shifts, shadows dance, breezes linger — all within the folds of a house that never needed a backyard to feel free.
Tree House is many things at once — grounded yet soaring, private yet connected, compact yet expansive. It is a place that surprises you, not with noise, but with nuance. It holds you close while letting you wander.
In a city that rarely gives space, this home gives its family something more generous: a life lived in layers, in light, and in quiet celebration.
