Day 8

Day 8

My Wednesday had me traveling around and landing up with a migraine, leaving me with nothing to talk about. Thursday on the other hand, is a quite entertaining day, because, again, I find myself alone at home. I’m starting to think that this is going to be a regular phenomenon, and I don’t blame my mother, she does offer to take me along, but my workload does not permit it. For the record, I do not consider this work, I consider it incredibly fun to rant about my daily life.

But it is what it is, while my sister and my mother have indulged themselves in the idea of taking an adventure to the KEA (Karnataka Education Office) office on the other side of Bangalore, I sit on my precious sofa, writing about my loneliness and my weird attachment to my sofa set. My parents are hoarders and unfortunately, I am too; I can never seem to get rid of anything. I begin to feel separation anxiety and I stow it away for “future use” but that day never comes, when I actually use those things.

My parents bought a sofa set about eighteen years ago, at the time, it was a quite odd color but had an oddly comforting feel to it. Eighteen years later, with new upholstery, it still sits in the living room of the house we have been residing for over ten years in, never changing its location. I have had some great memories on the sofa sets, hundreds of sleepovers, movie nights, fights, chats, naps, sick days and period days. I have cribbed, cried, laughed and lived on this set, considering the fact it existed even before I was born.

When looking at apartments in Gurgaon, it dawned upon my father that we would have to say goodbye to a sofa set, as the family was reducing in number (my sister was going to college) we would not need a large apartment anymore. So he did the most logical decision, he put my precious sofa set on sale, telling me after he had multiple potential buyers, and trust me, I cribbed when I found out. Every time a buyer came home, I would covertly throw them incredibly scathing looks, giving them the stink eye every time they took a seat on my sofa set. I wasn’t going to let it go and I made sure that my parents got the memo as well.

By the fourth buyer, my parents realized that I wasn’t creating a very open vibe in the house thus pushing them away; so, he took the sofa set off Quikr and made me very happy. I was so proud, my efforts did not go in vain, my sofa set was sticking with me until I left for college and maybe even after that. That sort of satisfaction: to save something that you treasure so much. I couldn’t save myself from the move and thus, I am undergoing the pain of detaching myself from Bangalore.

That detachment is by far the hardest thing that I have to do this year; I don’t think I am capable of pulling away from what I treasure the most, the people around me and my house. I hold a lot of sentimental value to the items of my home and the familiar walls that surround me; materialistic sentiments, hold one back from progress but unfortunately, I am unable to let go of my attachments, but only time will tell.