Do you remember the day
we entered our new home?
The stark, empty spaces
weren’t really empty, were they?
They were filled—every corner and crevice,
with an air of hope, anticipation
and yes, with love.
The bare walls
picked up those naughty giggles,
multiplied them manifold
and threw them back at us.
I remember riding the waves
in that sea of giggles,
with your hands in mine.
Our excited banter
crashed and banged against each other.
You teased me. I tripped
and fell over you as I tried to stop you.
Me- punching your chest
with a chuckle, you—flailing
your arms in mock anguish;
one would have thought we were at war.
But we weren’t at war then.
It is now—surrounded by
our favourite brands of gadgets,
tables, chairs, beds, cabinets,
pots, pans, art and what not-
it is now, that we are at war.
These lifeless hoards
that fill our house, they absorb words
sooner than they leave our tongue
abandoning us in a warped emptiness
where we throw arrows at each other
from a quiver full of silence.
Priya Narayanan is a children’s author, poet and writer based in Ahmedabad, India. When not practicing and teaching design, she likes to travel, paint and read. Born in a quaint village but brought up amidst the hustle and bustle of various cities across the country, she has had the opportunity to not only observe and assimilate but also question the innumerable subcultures and customs that envelope her everyday life. With a part of her still yearning for the quiet solitude of the countryside, she falls back upon writing for that sense of contentment and at times, closure. You can find Priya at www.priyanarayanan.com and on Twitter at @moonspotting