What comes after the First night!! ( Warming the house to make a home...) What else, than the second day. The second day is the real day, of our wedding the new home after we register, or rather, sign up on Saturday, the day of the first night, on 30, which was no less than the night of the first day in the new home. Since we planned a mass sign in, though against our earlier selection, to be it too personal, private, the agreeable disposition on this with tradition, one has to serve the workers, along with the neighbours, ‘here’ and ‘there’ too, exceeded the limit. Thus the, otherwise silent home, with a quiet couple around showered the shrill out of the children, and the “once children” returned to infancy. The rain stopped by three, and the flood of the waves with anachrophobia around reluctantly departed, and there left three as usual, a yawnful mouth, a snoreful nose and a sleepless eye. The pain of parting the inanimate-animate home, was painful and painstaking too, for me since, the owner in parts, is me, who pushed and pulled, another partner, who owns along, and the own-owner, the mother. Thus to retain the waves, I consciously, without much reason, talked, allowed the kitchen utensils to play drums with my one man song, where the solo, I sang to fasten the void. The shelves are keyed for the reason, of virgin locks, for a minimum thrice and staircase is kicked eight or ten times, within five to six minutes. The garbage has been treasured under the surface of the south-east, leaving the apprehension for tomorrows’ sprouting the waste-plant. The semi-transparent windows warned, be censored yourselves, which I agreed readily to break, retained the threat of a video leaked, will be. With my average professionalism of home maker (or below..well I claim average!!) I fixed the rooms over, leaving temporarily, A Room of my own. On return, I reckoned that my room of my own, the virtual is no longer adjustable, as the range is not enough for reference. There ends the whole. So Man reaches the Moon, but to convey the joy, no “ no foolaking”. So we reckoned, an idea can change our life. Thus we lived, living a changed life it offered, the peaceful exile. Before the system failure, the rooms have to be filled with life, with unseen tie with the world, that both lost, within their world of living. Aswathi.M.P.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 14:19:05 +0000
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