Ani speaks- "that lingering taste..."

The title used above should have told you by now that something is different. I have been wanting to introduce a new feature in my blog for a long time, but, as they say, there's a time and place for everything. I suppose I have managed to land in that period of my life where I have finally decided to bring it to light. This is a new feature wherein, the two sides of my mind- the protagonists of this blog Ani and Rudha- will have their say over certain things. Yes, by now, you should have figured out that both these personified yet existing personalities have differing points of views (POV's). Well, I am simply going to end this fact by saying that "it's nature". In this post, "Ani" speaks and he was hell bent on saying it in a more literary way. I was powerless... It actually seemed like a very good idea. The underlying fact on which this post is based is this- I am moving out of my current place of residence to a different one. There comes a time in everyone's lives where some sacrifices have to be made to pave way for a better life. Yes, I agree that letting go of things dearest to us is tough, but again, in the end we are left with only one option. This is one of my favorite phrases :-

                                 Life is real. Attachment is a choice.

So, it was natural for me to find it difficult to let go of this beautiful duplex house, owing to the fact it was to be demolished completely, but it wasn't long before reality punched me hard in my gut. Well, new place equals new beginnings I suppose. So, let me spare you all the ordeal of my philosophy class and lets get on with it. I managed to photograph my house during the last two days of stay here. So, here you go...

 When things don't go right, they say, "go left". Dropping all the humor from it, distance would be the same if it was a square room, like mine. For the times spent here, good or bad, it all comes down to stacking things up on the queen sized bed. Well, to be honest, stacking things up wasn't new, what with piles of unused books and papers that judiciously rented its space for dust and insects. I realized that it was these small details that made my room, "mine".

 It wasn't long before the adjoining room was soon forgotten. It never relented when we used its space for dumping things unwanted. Once full of life and the home of my sister's study, this room is forever filled with the aura of learning, enough to be called the study room. However, before this room was lost into oblivion, I resurrected it by making it my second place of dwelling, not long before plans were made to move out of this house.

Men may come and men may go, but their paths remain, ever etched in our memories. Have you ever tried walking from one room to another with your eyes closed? Well, I have and it has been far too easy doing that in a passage as straight as this. True to the phrase above, the path is forever etched in my brain. As a concluding line to this paragraph, I tried walking with my eyes closed a few days back and I have a throbbing pain in my little toe ever since.

Remind me again, who put that window there..? That one came without instructions but has served its purpose ever since. The landing as seen from above the stairs might look steep, but that is simply because of the black flooring. I still remember the times when I played "spiderman" on top of the railings. They were strong, yes, but the bars below it, have seen much and are growing old with each passing day. This has me wondering as to when they might not survive to the see the light of the day again.  I should, however never forget to mention the fact that the width between the railings and the wall isn't big enough to allow bigger cupboards and wardrobes to be moved either up or down. We use the balcony instead.

 The wall protruding out effectively hiding most of the open-kitchen, is around 5 feet tall. We decided to stack the cardboard boxes full of things, till they just touched the border of the wall at the top. The stickers promptly stuck on the refrigerator's top door were foreign. They were a little something from those living abroad and to date, they manage to hold the status of the smallest, yet useful items one could buy when coming back to India. Seriously, how else would you beautify a place in the most easiest way? By photographing the usual 'city skylines' or 'landscapes' of that particular place and having them printed on items as small as these. As a bonus, the magnet glued to the back doesn't actually harm most of the electrical appliances and some of them come with facts printed on them! I love them..!

Once the place where delicious food used to come from (the kitchen), it soon became a room, owing to the fact that we did have a space large enough for a room. I still wonder why this room was always cooler than the rest of the house. Now that is enough to instantly make people so comfy, that for a deep sleep (slumber if you ask me), all you need is a soft pillow and a warm blanket. Not even air-conditioning or sweet music is required. The remnants of the kitchen still exists though. Like the loft that borders the ceiling.

 They say that the first impression is the best. Though not heavily furnished, this is the view of the hall as seen from the doorway. It does, however, manage to make an impression. With a modern clock having a vintage look and a life-sized idol of the goddess of learning that hangs in a sturdy wooden box, it is sure to make a titanic impression. The Tv stand was made for that place and it was much taller before. Now, hanging a part of that showcase on the wall seems like a much better idea.

Thus, in short, every room has a memory of its own and it was only wise to make up my mind to create new memories. I had been in this house right from my first grade. That was when I was around 10 years old or so ( It was in the year 2000). I am twenty years old now and that naturally explains the pot-full of memories.
So, with that, I conclude. We would be moving tomorrow most probably and further "blogging" will be after we have completely settled down. Signing off.