Wednesday, August 1, 2007

the connecting door!

10 years we lived in this dilapadated house .yet for all its flaws...it had a quaint charm.its where i spent most of my preteen years not to mention the place where most of the interesting things in my life happened.somehow i have a fond attachment to the door that connected the downstairs with the upstairs.i call it connecting but say more of an entrance from one house to another. when we first moved there,our landlord's daughter,a toddler then would come to the door and bang it, till either me or my sis would stick our fingers under the door gap so that she could touch them.it felt great! a couple of years later another family moved in. we made another lot of friends ....so when the parents went out,we kids would open the door to play and us teenagers would make secret phone calls....yes this was before the invention of the pain in the butt cell phone!!!wot silliness we would get up to calling people with fake names and generally feeling all grown-up!another fews years down and another family moved in....and the door became a secret portal at night for all nighters before exams and late night rendez-vous during our college breaks! they dont make such houses and doors anymore...people have no time to enjoy the simple things of life....my kids are growing up in a world of pressure,adults have turned into pseudo intellectuals...who are into wine and the good life. sad to say iam part of this shitty system too,so for now i will close my eyes and recall those happy happy days .when all it took to smile was to open that connecting door.(get one now!)

1 comment:

The Ketchup Girl said...

Finding happiness in small things. Its a tall claim, actually. All philosophise about it. many try to practice it. Very few end up feeling it. And no matter how much u deny, u too, looking for bigger things in life to make you happy. I am a pseudo intellectual and I want to conquer the world and i take much happiness in my daughter's laughter. Yet, i am so fucking lonely, so bloody sad, so painfully depressed.