have i written here about the special relationships i share with trees, paths, houses, light patterns and dreams? it is not so much about the others in the house but about me and the little bubbles of imagination i weave in different parts of the house.
two decades ago, in old shanti, the 3 o clock sun would fall on a manhole filtered by the copper pod trees everday and i would burst with joy at the sight.
in d3 shanti, i would imagine that there was a lovely path strewn with yellow flowers and framed on either side with tall, dark brown trees just beyond my balconey. i suppose it is all inspired by narnia and anne of green gables but i ve grown to love and take lots of comfort in these little trips i take in my mind.
near the window of my room, there used to be a mango tree. we had a family magazine and i remember by neighbour forcing me to write a small piece for it. i wrote about the mango tree . it was quite an awful write up and after that , i would keep looking at the tree and wondering what i could have written. it became a game and everyday i would come up with yet another thought.
they cut off the mango tree because of an awful kalyana mandapam they had to construct in that space. but that tree is still a part of my window and i see it everytime i drink in the huge window in my room. immortal? 
another not so cute but quite an idiotic thought was that there was a pei in the branches of the tree behind our kitchen. this is because an imbeccile friend of mine once told me that there are peis in the backyard of everyhouse. she even described the pei as thin and dark with a bob cut. i look for the pei even now when i go to the kitchen balconey. the only thing thats changed is that i now find it hilarious instead of scary.
so.. yesterday i spent the whole day alone in my new house and i think i ve sprouted a small set of roots here. I think my joy for living somewhere is hieghtened by how i fill it up with my imagination and i need a lot of me time to do so.
yesterday i met a small elf like creature on the money plant that grows on my dining table. this creature is like the little people i once wrote about. i will link it up once i find that piece. i also imagined where my mom would have sat, eaten and slept if she were to come here. it comforted me a great deal.
on the steps to my bedroom, i grew a tree of life picture. this is inspired by the sangeetha hotel on express avenue where there is the tree of life on one entire wall. it was that day, that meal and air around me that made that whole scene magical. i often just draw that tree with my eyes on that blank long wall near my staircase. i ve been looking for a huge tree of life painting for a while now but havent found the right one.
i also opened the balconey door of my bedroom where the western sky is visible. the sun’s position at about 3 PM reminds me of the after school baths and playing here and there in old shanti. I opened the door and was 5 years old for about 2 hours.
i also think the balconey leads to the place in my new meadow dreams. i ve started having these recurrent dreams about a path that’s southward and full of tall oak trees. maybe the balconey leads there but i am yet to find out. that adventure is for another afternoon. another day. another dream
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