Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Life Of Pi

I read the book while I was also in a same situation as Pi. I was with some strangers for those months. The dream house which I thought was a gift to me by God was slowly, changing. A change I never welcomed. Each day, they demolish it's original beauty. I was with them. I couldn't cook food, I couldn't take a nap, I couldn't bath, I couldn't go upstairs to my room. When those strangers enter the kitchen, I go out. When they enter one room, I go to another, a room where I could escape if circumstace arise as there is a door to go out.
And in the evening, when my children come from school, I was a totally devastated lady.
I don't know where the things are kept as they are not arranged yet due to this unending and ultra waste rennovation. My house was not a home then.. I was like the Pi in that boat with out any glimpse of a strong ground anywhere..
And in the evening, when my children come from school, I was a totally devastated lady.
I don't know where the things are kept as they are not arranged yet due to this unending and ultra waste rennovation. My house was not a home then.. I was like the Pi in that boat with out any glimpse of a strong ground anywhere..
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