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Another lazy day at home and many thoughts are barreling inside me. Sick of the books and Cds laid out. The switched on computer doesn’t seems to amuse me with its details .I’m bored and spinning out of normality. The self made tasteless sweltering cup of tea which I won’t drink for sure. Just striding inside my room, my house and looking up the things... Everything around seems to evoke memories that are folded deep down the deep crevices of my life. How I grew as a kid...to a teenage.. And the obsequies offerings..All in these four wall. That same old rusty hinges fulcrum the two windows as I left it seasons past. The hooded painting by the wall, painted by my sister gathering dust of remembrance. I perched on our windowsill and divvy up the chapters of days bygone. The cobalt sky turned scarlet.. The thick smoke of dusk had shrouded the day.. Changes can only be gauged when we subject ourselves to the dormant things around. Whole things seems like an old exhibition that I have encountered a decade ago. And again the things have deflected from its roots. Maybe some things are meant to be static to hold something for a cause. To make us feel..Something will always be with us despite the rueful ugliness of the world. A place of security, a place which one can’t desert. We call it home..Couture with a comfortable zone and a sense of extreme security...Bloomed by the love and caring....