Tuesday, 26 January 2016

The Couch

The couch was in the house since the time memory starts. It was bought , at throwaway prices, at a garage sale . So it came with a baggage of memories of its own .
The cane arms had four layers with split bamboo reinforcements. The arms were used to rest steaming tea cups , TV remotes, newspapers and occasional aberrant school note book. It was worn and shiny. When it arrived , it was cream with brown, the brown eroding , and the cream chipped. Father got it painted in military green with maroon . That is how it stayed, along with the grime , and dirt it gathered through years of  indifferent living.
In one of the wooden bases, we , in our childhood pursuit of the trivial, discovered , "NEVA" carved in shaky capitals. Whether it was read aven , or was a name , remained a mystery to us . My brother thought it fit to carve his own name , and address next to it for posterity.His address would begin with the flat number , and  end in planet earth , universe ("So it is easier for aliens to place me "). Now why and how would aliens lift a 5kg cushion to read some thing written on the underside of a cracking couch , was a question never asked .
Two years ago, the couch was deemed too large and derelict, and was given to the help. She , too , having no use /space for such a large piece of furniture , placed it on the pavement in front of her house , where it became a haven for street urchins and passersby. Last I saw , a family of crows , mynahs and pigeons were ripping the stuffing apart to build their own nests.

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