Bubbles in the wall

From the time my mind was wakeful and had started to remember stuff, I have always loved walls. Especially sleeping right next to them. There are a lot of reasons why.

Walls fascinate me, they always have. We never had fancy walls, just the normal Indian painted walls; each different from the various rented houses we moved to. I have somehow felt an amazing connection with them.

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I recall staring at them and dreaming for hours together. Dreaming about a lot of things then – education, career, friends, future husband and children, dream wedding and so on. From those days, a lot has changed, life has turned upside down. Though the dreams had changed, the staring and dreaming remained for a long time. I would get into a world that is magical, enchanted and pleasant; not the enchanted world of Enid Blyton, but the real world filled with my fantasies. That is an enchantment in itself; where there would still be life with problems but we had the power to face them the right way with the right emotion. (feels deeply responsible and independent, doesn’t it?)

During the initial days of my wall fascination, I would join the small bubbles on the wall into different objects in my head. Some objects had made sense, some had not. The imaginative land I would slide into during this time, brought a lot of hope and content to me. I used to love that part of my day, everyday.

Walls with small bubbles and marks on them started becoming my muse. Sometimes, it would also be walls with a colony of ants. I would feel like the ants were the carriers transporting my dreams. It would be like a journey to a world full of fantasies, adventures and dreams of a self-regulating life ahead.

But now, there are no more bubbles on the walls. Neither are there hopes or dreams from the walls I hold on to. These bubbles are now burst and washed away into plain surfaces. There are no objects, no scratches no scars. All that remain are plain walls with smooth surfaces to attract people and luxury. Sometimes, I think that these plain and modern walls are what they term as ‘beauty to the eye’.




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