G O N _ Ann must have been searching for a fine corner to sit and weep for all that was going through. She was already fiddling with the house articles and essentials, I doubted her heart which too was unrestful. " Don't burst the bubble wraps you lazybones!" warning us, she went on instructing workman in the adjacent room. That fury was understood. I gazed at Nancy, her eyes had much the same to speak. She cringed " Mu-um!" and ran after Ann asking, " where's my journal, did you cloth it?". Nothing was heard the following second. I opened my way to the verandah. The wind was asleep, saplings of tulsi and other vines were missing. I latched on the hold of railings with hands and the stillness with my soul. A spot it was, we loitered the life we could've never lived. The world that we saw stirring outside and forged one therein. How does one react to the situation? I grappled and led the downstairs in a hid. The halfway between I saw a lorry standing reverse by the side of our building. They were hauling the almirah at that juncture, I saw the stickers of childhood we labeled on it. Followed by divan, air cooler, briefcases, and chest of drawers, I found my bowels loosened and my heart twitched.
