Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The mirror is back

I finally had what I was looking for a long time, some solitude. It was well timed, my parents trip to Bombay and granma getting better so that she was fit to travel. I declined the invitation of traveling with them.

I made a few additions to the room, trying to make it look mine. For six months it belonged to her. She had put little idols of her favourite Gods and Goddesses and the wall where Jim hung was ignored. She doesn't know he is my God.

The mirror looks perky again with new pictures glued in, just the way I like. My bed doesn't stink of iodex anymore, instead it smells of me, of Body Shop.

I will miss having her around, but I love my room, most importantly my space.