April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
--- P. Simon
April and May were the months of shifting.. shifting from one house to another, an office to another. Both new spaces being at Marathahalli, and both old spaces being at opposite end of the world.
Struggled with a mountainous amount of furniture, and thank the Lord that there were friends who helped me pack and unpack, through two weekends. My new flat mates moved in last Friday. We get along great, so I’m very happy with general setup.. fingers crossed. :)
The house still looks like a tornado hit it, tho, with dust huddled together in odd corners, and kitchen utensils and various masalas being dumped randomly on granite shelves. Dust mites roll across the great prairie we call our living room, friends tell us to open the fans, so that the dust will shift away and hide under corners. The same people want to come and play cricket and TT in our living room, so I don’t put too much weight on their words of wisdom.
But it’s been worth it. The house is white and light and spacious. It is so big that one almost rattles around in it. My furniture, which seemed too much, at my old flat, now seems pathetically less.
Come dawn, and sunlight filters in from all angles, hitting my face across slanted shutters. Stumbling sleepily out to the open kitchen, we throw open both balcony doors, and feel the heat and wind on our faces, as we drink our coffee.
Evening brings with it a cool cool breeze, the curtains dancing in the drafts of air, wind chimes doing their tinkling dances. Flopping down on the bean bags and floor cushions, this feels like home.