Chai, garam chai

A full house. A house full of knick-knacks, pseople, furniture, clothes and possessions. Possessions that sometimes strangely begin to possess you…and stuff. Other stuff. A full house, inside of me, knick-knacks, unresolved conversations strewn away recklessly, lying bare, here and there without assigned places. People, all of you and me, turned inside out, inside of me. Furniture, support systems to rely on, comfort zones and even the sore-eyed ones all…hard, immovable and fixed and sometimes invisible unless you bump into them. Clothes, the masks, the made-up worlds, the elaborate sets some of them and some only with an intricate front and hollowed out from there on. Possessions, control buttons of emotions and then some that stubbornly refuse to listen and relent. Possessions that possess you leaving a deep settled gnawing that refuses to go away, a lingering, dark, dusty, unattended corners that creep up around you like your own shadow, ever so slowly and effortlessly and yet manages to scare the daylights out of you. And stuff, other stuff, - ah! ..un-written notes, unanswered questions, the nagging suppositions, the uncertain emotions, the dubious smiles, the ones that never reach the eyes…and the other stuff – the smiles that light up your eyes and your very core, the ‘papa’ in the middle of the silent night, the breeze that makes the curtain aflutter, the laugh that makes your heart do the same. The crystal clear sunlight, togetherness or even just the promise of it, the glow of a summer that looks as warm as the summer that was meant to be…a full house, inside and out, I love thee.