Comfort place

Some wise person had quoted, "Birth and death are momentary. The entire life, in between, is all about maintenance. Maintaining what is happening, maintaining life."

Sudden philosophical urge today? No, at the root, it is not at all philo... it is row life, regular day-to-day stuff.

Maintaining home is difficult. We put lot of energy in buying or renting a place, we call it home after attaching certain emotional value to it. That emotional value, does not come by only staying in it, i guess, it comes when you start living in it, when it starts living with you. The more you adjust with it, suit it, more it adjusts with you, gets comfortable with you.

I have always been crazy about comfort places at home. A place where you can peacefully sit, where you need not feel like watching television or reading a book or doing anything for that matter. A place, need not be 'comfortable' per say... but has something that soothes you. 

At my parent's place, where I spent my entire childhood and part of adulthood, I had one such place. The house was smaller then, it did not have the 1st floor. It had a metal staircase and a tall metal pillar supporting the structure. I used to sit in the small gap between the pillar and wall (i used to 'fit', I wanted to say, it would have been meaningful looking at me now, but meaningless otherwise...). It had nothing, nowhere to rest your back, no cushions to sit, no coziness whatsoever. But I used to like that spot. Facing banana trees and some other green entities, feet directly landing in soil or mud, even if people are calling me from within the house- can not hear them and vice-e-versa, even if at home, so much disconnect, so much solace. 

Later we built the 1st floor, the lovely lively metal staircase was replaced by robust but ruthless concrete one. The pole gone and spot was covered by some wall supporting that climb. What I hated the most in the development is loosing the spot. Nobody noticed that earlier, so later there was no question.  

We shifted to a new house few years back. I am yet to hit the 'spot', I can say!

Every morning, when I get up, i find Kabir, not at his place where he slept at night, but at the bottom. Half on the Gadi, half on the ground. Me and Rashmi asked him several times whats the deal, he says he liked it. I think, he has started to find 'it' before me!!