i live in a crowded space.
beyond our many many 'things', our books, papers, her books, her toys, we have very many inhabitants in our crowded little mumbai space.
they could be anywhere, and everywhere.
the egg seller stood bang in front of the tv yesterday, as she tried to drive a hard bargain with a one rupee coin and the five eggs she wanted.
we have to constantly make space for her friends who want to sit on that very spot where half my bum has settled comfortably a moment ago.
the living room was suddenly divided by a busy street where she was going for a walk. it took a little convincing to get her to wear imaginary rain shoes, an imaginary raincoat and carry an imaginary umbrella, rather than her muddy shoes and wet everything else.
ofcourse wild animals from the jungle are commonplace. you never know when you could bump into a tiger with claws. or a friendly lion lolling about.
the room could transform into a market or a river, you just change your body language. you can not possibly splash around in a market, can you?
crowded, yes, but the house where i live, its enchanted!