Finding a meaning..

Well, I lived there for 4 years. And 4 years I lived with the barest of needs and the barest of things i bought.. and when i bought them.. it was not because of my marriage.. not because she wanted to.. not because i wanted to, but because we needed to as our parents were coming over.. did we care about friends and neighbours.. no.. i dont think we ever did.. i remember two of our neighbours came to our place, and that was just after we had moved in.. they said they had come over to welcome us to the neighbourhood.. we dint have furniture except for a coffee table and a single bed from my bachelor days.. the bed was the only thing we could offer them to sit on.. so they and my wife sat on the bed and i sat on the table.. i remember, uncle had great difficulty talking cause he had to turn his head 180 degrees if he wanted to address anyone other than me.. thats why it seemed he talked the most to me.. and being the bad communicator i am, must have gotten mighty bored..but that wasnt going to be all.. uncle and aunty had actually come over to talk stuff about our landlord, you know the kind of stuff people talk about, never good stuff.. and hence, we were not very upset when aunty told us later that uncle had acquired a back pain from somewhere.. we pretty much thought on the same lines and reasoned, almost at the same time that his pain had something to do with sitting on our bed.. we infact, also thought, we dint want these people in our house and hence were not going to buy furniture..

well, i got distracted.. and thats me.. by the way, that uncle and aunty never came back and we dint care.. we bought chairs, a tv, tv stand and got a few beds on rent when my parents came over.. didnt get a dining table because the coffee table was quite enuf, we thought.. though it could hardly fit in four dishes at the same time.. we had fun though.. once, while eating, i hit mom on her head with my elbow.. and people teased me about the way i eat,that my hands move so far away from my body and other foolish stuff.. sweet memories..

the reason, i did not buy much stuff was because i wanted to come to US and my company constantly delayed it.. and it was almost two years before that happened.. i came over here about 2 and half months bac.. and when i came over i realized that i am not going to be here for long either.. i am going to go back not too long into the future.. but now that i am here, i need to get settled, all over again.. and within 2 and half months, we have bought a bed and a dining table.. not that we spent much.. cause we got stuff second hand.. but you gotta to look at the table.. its more like a mirror... its beautiful.. and big enough for 6..

after i had helped the generous person with putting the heavy glass table in our dining room, i mean the table was not his, he had volunteered to bring the table to our house since we dint have a truck and he had one.. well, it was a hectic day for us, cause we got the bed and the table on the same day.. and our house suddenly looked so crowded.. so full..

once we had everything in place.. we sat down on the leather chairs that came with the table.. and she said.. we stayed in hyderabad for so long.. and everybody (parents) came there, but we dint have a proper table there.. here, we have this one and they are not here..

you know what.. sometimes.. some emotions are just too much.. they make you speechless and the words seem to come out from the eyes.. cause they become wet.. and your head seems as if its going to burst.. we sat there for quite sometime and we were speechless, before she said.. dont feel bad.. we are going to be back and we are going to have fun together..

sometimes, the fact that you feel emotions makes you feel that you are alive.. they are necessary.. necessary to make you feel human..

by the way, if we had a big table when i was in hyderabad, i would not have hit mom with my elbow.. and we would have lost the moment..