By Sonali Majumder
October 2020. I have never been more attached to my home as in the last six months.
While the novel disease compelled us to rethink things that we had so far taken for granted, and lives became more homeward bound, I grew intrinsically attached to the place that has been my home for the last 27 years.
Now I notice the minuscule things that had escaped my attention earlier. Even the smallest circle of dirt in the nook catches my attention these days. And I dash forward to wipe it off.
For the first time, I realised what attachment feels like. Or super attachment. Or is it
OCD? Not sure.
Today as I was reciting my morning prayers, I noticed how the leaves were swaying to my drone. The dance of the sunlight on the auburn blade-like leaves made me smile and provided much needed visual relief on an otherwise ordinary day.
And at that moment my mind got diverted to what my husband told me the other day, “We need to prune the leaves a bit…the neem has grown too tall…” The last time he did it the tree became a short stump of green – shorn of its majestic self. It had brought tears to my eyes.
The author started off as a journalist with the ABP group, went places, and is now an IT professional. And when she is not busy with her deliverables, she writes.
