This came up in my memory. Our dining table was just next to it and enjoying the roses and rain was part of my day in the house at Garia. Now that house had something surreal, a resident spirit, who co- existed with us. There are many a stories. Our driver Amit, would often complain that he heard pulling of dining table chairs when he had to stay overnight. I never paid much attention to that. Till two mornings in a row I noticed the four chairs all pulled out, as if people had a meeting there. I thought it was Bhaskar who did it. On asking he denied. He usually never got up at night unless there was an emergency. So on the third night after dinner I pushed all the chairs back, and said aloud - ektao chair jodi e deek o deek dekhechi!!!! It's good manners to push the chairs back! Lo ! Next morning all were in place! Now a few days back that house had a break in. They cut up the grill/ door on the ground floor and got in. The pump was stolen, and they rummaged both my in laws almir
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The caterpillar told the butterfly- You have changed! I am supposed to, she replied. Is there a story here? Meeting someone I knew from so long ago. This conversation. - Why supposed to? You could have remained the same person. - That was difficult. - Really? - You won't know. You are still fresh from the cocoon. Protected, taken care of. But I had to fly in the world wide. Meet predators, hiding amid the flowers. I had to change. - You kind of look beautiful. A bit hard, but yes definitely beautiful. - That's life for you. Teaches you to survive. Fight and live another day. - But I don't want to change. I want to be like this always. A laugh, a flutter, a smirk later... - You can try.. But I doubt. In the end change is the only thing constant. Everything else goes away. He sighed. It's time to say goodbye. A kiss in the air and she was gone. In a way he was glad, she was a stranger, and he was xenophobic.
This reminded me of an incident long ago. I worked in a school within the military campus. Some protocol required us to submit a passport size photo at the gate. I would forget each day and more so as I had my fauji I card. It was the last day and in the car I remembered that there was an ultimatum. I dug my purse, in vain trying to locate a photo, any photo and I would chop it passport size. My teacher's pouch had everything, tape, scissors, glue, marker... But no photo. Suddenly I located a tip er pata ( bindi sheet). Turned it around and lo! Aishwariya was looking at me. An idea can change my life! She was neatly cut into passport photo size. At the gate I hand it over! The guard looks at the photo and me. - Maam? Aap? - Aise I thi na mein! Bacchon ko parhate, parhate aise ho gayi!!!! Straight face! - Maam kal zaroor laiyega photo! And we both smiled!!!!! He out of exasperation, me out of glee!