The Old House

Visit an old house in summer. It is a living reminder set in time.

Why summer you ask?

It is the season of light. Unless you had a really bad weather forecast that day , the light cleanses and brings forth every little nook and cranny that strain to hide in shame.

It quivers at your approach . It wonders if it is at its best.It inwardly curses the sunny day of its misery.

Has the glass in the window broken at too many places showing too much within? Has time written too much on its walls with wrinkled mildew and moss? Does the door welcomes one within or have the leaves of the last withered wreath still clung on to rusted knockers?

Circle it with caution . Do not touch it with soft brushes of piety or rude taps of mirth. It does not care for either. The bricks might just fall on you for your indiscretion. It just wants your ear and a little bit of your time. It has survived for long with a belief in its destiny.

It is the season of renovation and rebuilding. It is time to be reincarnated in a new form as another alter ego. It hopes you are the harbinger of that change.

It is always good to remember, at such a time , that it is just a short walk away from your house...