a shift, once again...

this then is a new house.

belongs to annie anuty. gentle, kind and again ma-ish.

dumped all my things here. and it looks chaotic. now, to resettle myself.

again?

well, cant be helped.

chechi was here. i did not want anybody around. because with every shift of mine, my people get jittery and thier worry creases get deeper.

wanted to avoid it. but the lady landed up just in time and there we were shifting this and that. and laughing away the blues...

high time you had a home of your own seema, she tells me. and that cuts me off again. what is a home of your own? nothing is our own.

especially for people like me. who give up things if they come in between living. i gave up my house, my home. and since then, the wish to have anything of MY OWN has died.

or maybe it has become stagnant for a while. in any case, anything that i touch is my own... this house, that thing, work, people, ideas... everything.

i am willing to take ownership and responsibility of everything. provided people trust me with it.

so, this new space is mine. and i belong here now.

my kodam house looks sad and empty.

but not for long. it will soon have a whole family staying in there. and that is what houses are for.

people. not individuals.

let us see.

soon, we will stop being individuals and become people and our house too will become a home.

will take time.

let's not rush.

meanwhile, i have miles to go before i sleep...