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  • Make sure you take a last look at all the corners in the rooms, I reminded myself. We were finally moving house. Home, I should say. We had lived there for all of 11 years. It was an ordinary enough house but with a spacious balcony overlooking a tree that we all called the cotton tree, never caring enough to find its real name. And it was this feature that made the house so special.

    I don’t know at which point in our 11 years I had the urge to paint on the wall. I started out not too sure. And for many months (six, I think), the white wall had a huge terracotta red rectangle painted on it. Friends were never really sure whether it was some kind of an abstract art or merely a new style statement. They were too polite to ask, and I never told them that I had a grand design in mind and when I had the time I would get down to painting the wall.

    Then one day, I took the brush out and before I knew it I had painted the whole border. It was a large rectangle, though it never occurred to me that I should have at least measured it. Anyway, that day was a happy day. Happy because I had managed to paint the border or was it happy because I was happy in the first place that motivated me to paint the border? I do not know.

    The red rectangle now stood with the painted border for some more months. Waiting for the next instalment. It was turning out to be my mood meter or more appropriately my happy hour meter. Recording the ups and downs of ordinary daily living: The laughter and tears contained in the long and short strokes. The peace in the circular motions. The fights in its taunt lines.

    And thus it proceeded, little by little. Happiness by happiness. Till I had the most fabulous sun god beaming down at me. I imagine that its benign smile holds all my secrets. Walls have ears you know.

    How do I pack this little sunshine on my balcony (that used to be mine) and bring it with me to my new home? I left it there on the wall with the hope that the new people who move in would let my sun shine on their balcony.
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