Call for Coming Home

" Aei Raju, avyas karte es"

The Prep bell going "Dong" "Dong"

"Buli, ebar opore chole eso. Porte boso"

All calls for coming home. Getting indoors. Sitting down to study.

Today the afternoon sun cast long bright beams on my bright red floor. Through the tall barred windows came the noon sunlight streaming in. On the floor, on my bed. The cats lapped up the pre-lunch sunshine sitting on the designated blankets.

Skippy, a warm orange glow.

Chico, sleek and shiny ...... and yet there is so much of him, the fat-cat that he is.

Iago, stretched out to cover his own one-acre plus to trespass on to Chico's acre.

As winter comes the sun changes its angle of entry into my room. It also signifies that is it time for the family to come home. That may not be entirely possible any more, nevertheless it is a call. A call for the children to come home. Each to 'bag' their own space in the sun, to 'bag' his/her own pet, own book.

Are you coming?