O Lovely Sunshine

Last Tuesday, Samir and his whole World Vision gang left to go to Chennai. And when they left, all I could mostly think about was, "freeeeeeeeedom." Don't get me wrong. I loathe being left alone. I am mortally scared to live in a big house by myself. I know Chetan is there but that doesn't make things any better for me. But still all I could think of was the word "freedom".

This was for a couple of reasons. Samir and I had had a bad disagreement. Secondly, his office being downstairs is getting downright on my nerves. Thirdly, we living upstairs may downright be getting on the office staff's nerves. It's all mutual. I don't want to see the staff, the staff don't want to see me. I am tired of telling Chetan to be quiet when he is just not at the age to understand the word 'quiet'. I abhor always worrying about having to change clothes just to go to the balcony, I dislike always having to run into one staff or another. The line between personal and professional life is getting way too hazy. Yet I refuse to leave this house. This place is a haven of goodness in the middle of this crime-infested, ugly town and I refuse to go. No sireee! Not me. But you can understand why I thought of freedom when they all left.

Since they've gone, Chetan and I have screamed at the top of our lungs, wore whatever we wanted, went wherever we wished. Because my "neat freak" husband is no longer around, I've let Chetan eat as much ghee as he wanted with his hands and I've let him put his dirty hands on the sofa and I've not freaked out one bit. I've left the kitchen dirty, the clothes unfolded and I've even eated corn flakes for Dinner. Ah, freedom.

And if that's not all, here is the icing on the cake. I've not felt scared at all. I've set boobey traps everywhere in the house just like the boy in Home Alone and I've prayed and trusted God. And in turn He has made me so tired every single night, that I just zonk out without really worrying about where an intruder may possibly come in from. Ah, freedom from fear.

And as for the sunshine... well, until the day Samir and his gang were around, we had only bouts of sunshine. It hardly counted. It was mostly out of the world freezing around here. The very next day after they left, we were greeted with a bright morning sun and weather so wonderful, it just makes you happy to be alive. And it has been that way ever since. Day after Day of Sunshine.