We're moving. Since Dad retired early this year, we have to leave this government accomodation and shift to our own place. I was dreading this moment and now its here. I remember the first time we came here. I was only 3 years old. It didnt make much of a difference to me then. I was in a bigger, better place. A new playpen for me! I went about exploring my nest. I chose the master bedroom for me. Obviously mom n dad cud share! It was a nice place, with a huge balcony that overlooked a huge garden below. I knew I would go down to play soon, even if it was the neighbours' place. I knew how to use my cute looks and innocent charms to my advantage!
When I turned 5, I insisted on having a dog. So on our way back from Bangalore I found the perfect pup. Actually I found two. But Dad would only let me keep one. My cuteness mustve slipped a notch! But I was happy. I had someone who I could take care of! When I showed her to my brothers, they looked as excited as I felt. Our family was complete. Niki, my doggie, was the perfect companion. She was fun, fearless and faithful. She grew so fast that I hardly noticed when she got old. She died in this very house in my arms.
When I entered the teens, Dad added a new room. Finally, my very own space! With a door I could lock!! My bed, my almirah, my study-table....it was great! I put up posters of my favourite stars, set my stereo, hung a 'backstreet-boys' calendar and showcased my collection of soft toys! I've outgrown the last few, but I still love my room. Its small but its mine. I'm gonna miss it so much.
This house has so many memories attached. Both my brothers got married here. My niece was born here. All our celebrations, all our sorrows happened right here. The bare walls reflect happy faces, tears, anger, joy... I only hope that we can turn the new house into a home, just like this one.