As I was
walking out of the building Lulu, my parrot, flew down and perched on my
sold it, eh?” Lulu said.
you trained by CIA or FBI? You keep such a close watch on everything I do; I
wonder if you have a dossier on me.” I said.
great idea! If I had one, I would have shown it to your wife, ha ha.” Lulu
continued, “I was sitting on the window and watching you handover the keys of
your apartment to them.”
were full of tears so I did not notice you. Sold it. I stayed there for twelve years,
best years of my life, no doubt.” I said.
saw your children complete their graduation and post-graduation. It saw them
getting married. Sweet memories!”
it Lulu.” I said, “My grand-daughter also grew up there – the first two years
of her life.”
home also saw you mother passing away soon after your silver wedding
anniversary. God takes away one and sends a new one, but they have different
places in our life.”
So many events take place in life in a span of twelve years.” I said, “What
strikes me is that we are speaking as if ‘home’ is a living entity! You said the home saw this happen ….as if it is a
really think it is a living entity! Don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.
But now somebody else will come and stay there. Whenever my friends and
relatives came home they said we feel nice when we enter this home.”
vibes!” Lulu said rubbing his head on my cheeks.
good vibes. That’s what they said. People believe that your emotions get
recorded on the walls just like songs get recorded on CDs. Those good vibes
they feel when they enter the home.”
“All in the
family have to create those vibes. We have to live life happily, nay, we have
to decide to live happy life. Because
‘Vastu says 'Tathastu!' ” Lulu asserted.
philosopher in you has taken over, Lulu. Selling off this home was a very
emotional event; selling off any possession for that matter. I felt very sad
when I sold my car.”
things goes a part of us.”
yes! And so many happy memories are associated with each one. That is why these
are very prized possessions.”
good memories wherever you stay.”
job, but I see your point.”
memories which we must forget, there are memories which we must keep and there
are memories which we must leave behind. Do you get me?” Lulu asked as he fluttered
his wings and looked at me.
I said as the meaning sunk in.
PS: The title is part of a quote by CH Parkhurst
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