Well... This is the tradition of almost 90% Indians, to cleanup the homes on the occasion of festival of lights.10% could be like me, sitting and penning down thoughts or prefer to move out and celebrate the festival on streets with friends. We can say the lazy ones ;) But its not about the cleanliness habit of Indian but a very unusual event we all witness while that clean up. And that is, appearance of stuffs out of blue moon and bringing thousand memories along. "We don need changes in the house but we need to change this messy house..." Prompted Neha for she is the one playing with the pool of dirt while I am just sitting , giggling , cracking jokes like an inspector inspecting the entire activity while supervising all at work. "Wasn't it the dream house, when we got in lady.. The washroom, the shower, the basins... " Instantly I replied as my usual habit of blabbers without thought. But I did think , infact remembered about time when we shifted years back. This house was mama's dream for she always wanted to come back to the place she had lived with convenience. When we shifted to the vihar ,she wasn't happy for commutation was challenge. Accessibility for market, school, neighbors.. Big Challenge! But how do women refuse the first home which belonged only to the couple. The first dream purchase of 95% Indian couple for this is how bollywood spoils us. Dream house, own house. That was a small one, just a room and entire family.... I don remember many thing about the time just, we were happy.. Use to be happy... Just one or two fights of my parents but we were happy. It was class 5th when we shifted to Nagar. I remember me and Neha going gaga over the house for it was like a big play ground for us. Youngest one was too small to be party of celebration. But then, it was fun being here... The decos, the kitchen (which was huge than the previous one), the shower where we both sisters love bathing as it was an experience for us. We never had much stuff to fill all place the house has to offer. It was in few years that it took us to get the rest stuffs. Always I did insist on having separate room for 'us' but then slowly it became separate rooms for the parents... The fights here were big like the house... Privacy here was big... Differences... "Our" house got into many phases "your", "mine" , "pathetic" , "problematic", "messy"... The house became the culprit. I though have left it few years back for I decided that whoever it belonged to, it didn't belong to me.. I needed my space ... So, over 3 years and gradually taking in more names the house still seem to smile sometimes reflecting the joy of its earlier days but mostly I still see it gloomy. I don like it much beside the fact that I have my family here. But being little generic and thinking beyond my sphere... If I ever ponder upon, I feel proud over this little architecture for over years it has been part of all moments of our life, took care of us... It just sometimes, I feel being a human and believer "everything has life and feeling", we forgot to take care of "The House"... And then I see... Old red suitcase bag, on which me n Neha fought for she wasn't ready to share that with me. Covered under dust of age old non-maintainence. Toys, over which we fought so much being young... Lying ideal without being dusted in these past years... My trophies, each talk about the hard work which was put in earning them seems to have lost value for they have not been admired for so many years... Stock of sarees packet being bitten by rats scaring my mom to her skin of them being ruined but another example of indifference over something collected with so much love... I often wonder about maa complaints of sadness around... Is that complaint just the reflection of sadness of these non-living stuffs which we seem to have ignored for years , each collected with so much love? I would never get to measure it for being a piscean I am over imaginative with life when, people do not even have time to ponder on self. Things spread around are getting packed and stocked again.. And here I am still wondering, is this also the reason of our sadness and loneliness when we start doing same with memories and people... Collection with love and then stocking without care... Seems I should get back on helping the ladies before I am brought back from thoughts with good comments on my lazyness.. With evening settling in Delhi's heart and festivity at its rise with the crackling sounds... Wish all be blessed this Diwali :)
