Time for a moving, not too far this time, just a kilometre away.but there are people I will not see again. like my cleaning lady & my ironing guy.
There are people I have stopped seeing but know I live here,people I am not in touch with anymore, whose numbers I have lost, who wouldn't know where to find me if I moved, incase they needed to, Like my cook from a year back.She was old, with big round eyes & a figure to match.she wore beautiful cotton sarees & was an extremely capable woman.She cooked well & took care of the place as if it was her own, as if we belonged to her.
Poki, the cat, loved her, his provider of fish.He rolypollied on the floor as soon as she came walked in, demanding to be touched....and they say cats dont care! He would sit on the washing machine watching her do the dishes & cook.putting out a paw once in a while to play
She looked after the house for us for 3 years in just those 10 odd hours a week.I never felt lonely or unprotected. she knew when the ceiling was leaking & we needed to get it corrected, that there was a better water supplier that we could use,what new cooking equipment we had to buy.
Then one fine day she just stopped coming, send her daughter a few days later to tell me she fell in the bathroom.she'd always had weak knees.she'd hurt herself pretty bad, bad enough to know she would never be able to work anymore.
She fixed her daughter up for me.but it was not the same, not even close.she left in a few months. In a typical case of phone loss I lost her number.so now I can never get in touch.
if she ever comes this way & decides to drop by I would not be here.I cannot leave her a forwarding address & I am pretty sure I will never see her again.Its a sad thing.she was one of the most wonderful people I got to know here, I dont even have a picture of hers. she & poki, both gone. They kind of marked a time period of our life.The Samsung times.I just realise it now that I move out of here to start a new phase of my life.That poki & protima are things of the past & though I loved them both very much I can never have them back..
There are people I have stopped seeing but know I live here,people I am not in touch with anymore, whose numbers I have lost, who wouldn't know where to find me if I moved, incase they needed to, Like my cook from a year back.She was old, with big round eyes & a figure to match.she wore beautiful cotton sarees & was an extremely capable woman.She cooked well & took care of the place as if it was her own, as if we belonged to her.
Poki, the cat, loved her, his provider of fish.He rolypollied on the floor as soon as she came walked in, demanding to be touched....and they say cats dont care! He would sit on the washing machine watching her do the dishes & cook.putting out a paw once in a while to play
She looked after the house for us for 3 years in just those 10 odd hours a week.I never felt lonely or unprotected. she knew when the ceiling was leaking & we needed to get it corrected, that there was a better water supplier that we could use,what new cooking equipment we had to buy.
Then one fine day she just stopped coming, send her daughter a few days later to tell me she fell in the bathroom.she'd always had weak knees.she'd hurt herself pretty bad, bad enough to know she would never be able to work anymore.
She fixed her daughter up for me.but it was not the same, not even close.she left in a few months. In a typical case of phone loss I lost her number.so now I can never get in touch.
if she ever comes this way & decides to drop by I would not be here.I cannot leave her a forwarding address & I am pretty sure I will never see her again.Its a sad thing.she was one of the most wonderful people I got to know here, I dont even have a picture of hers. she & poki, both gone. They kind of marked a time period of our life.The Samsung times.I just realise it now that I move out of here to start a new phase of my life.That poki & protima are things of the past & though I loved them both very much I can never have them back..
