mom hardly knew how to design the first years of her wedded life. she kept a clean home, utterly spick and span. after my brother and i had started school, she had lots of time on her hands, well, because of her efficient ways. as her Hindi improved, she made more friends and as our manners improved they called on a lot of people.
she told me, she realised that despite the more or less same furniture in all the Army accommodations in the various cantonments, the personalities of the owners shone through in little nuances. of course, in the end, there was not much difference, or money, but, there were still ways the sitting room differed.
i still remember the yak skin carpet and the Naga spears in one home, the colourful cushions in another and round paper hanging lamps in one dining room. my mother always, always turned furniture around. i seem to have inherited that trait.
but, for some months now, i have resorted to arranging and re-arranging the top of the chest of drawers. its like my mantel, if you may. the frieze are proof of the passing seasons, collection of memories and sometimes, a window to my mood. here, are some snapshots in chronological order!
the first time. the candle stands, planter, candles all were bought from our Muscat holiday.
a little diy to cosy things up a bit.
the majestic leather case, also from Muscat.
a little bit of colour to offset the teakwood.
when the three bloomed together, they deserved pride of place.
for the son's fifth birthday.
when i started enjoying the permutation combinations, cliched that i am.
the daughter's version of our family under the pretty rainbow.
when a friend brought me flowers and i prolonged the goodness for almost another week.
how it looks these days :)