House

The new house in Bangalore is a qauint one tucked away in the third cross of the twentyfourth main in this place called BTM layout, 2nd Phase. Before this, I have lived in two other places in this city.

This house is two storeyed, and has three bedrooms. Five of us share it. I live in the room on the ground floor. It has jittery furnishings and no windows. But the walls are a happy shade of yellow, and I love that. I like my room.

The rooms on the first floor are bigger, and have attached bathrooms and better furnishing. They have yellow walls too, but a lighter shade and just one wall has the same smattering of happiness that my room is. The stairwell is curved, with a nice wooden railing.

The kitchen is nice, and we manage to pull off quite a bit with frugal equipment. All of us like to eat and like to explore food. That helps. The roof is nice, and shaped awkwardly, and is gingerly stuck to roofs of other buildings on all sides. Batman would have thrived here.

The floors are made of marble. The house has the texture of a painting made from a dream. Not quite perfect, but the bits and pieces are evident. The defunct fittings, the cracks, the incongruence and the strong theme of yellow all around reek of happiness and mediocrity and of working class heroes.

There is a bookshelf, and a place where alcohol could be stashed, if we wanted to. We bought a television recently. All we can watch as of now is static. We shall fix this soon. In less than a week, one hopes. A fridge is next in line.

I'm in S and R's room, now and have appropriated R's laptop to write this. As I type, the smell of frying onions are wafting into the room.

I am tired and hungry. I think I shall go and fix that, now.