Last night, we got our last box packed. We got almost all that we would want into the boxes. And we threw the rest. The kitchen is essentially left the same and anyone can cook a quick meal there for there are provisions and water and the refrigerator and the stove still connected.
The rooms look empty but not quite as the furniture still remains exactly as before, for we leave everything behind. In better times, we might have been able to find some young couple or some people from the furniture market take them but now, since the lockdown rules are stricter with the festival just round the corner, it is a no go. Having the furniture around is nice as the house doesn’t look or feel empty still and we can still use the bedrooms as everything is intact.
The cat is boarded at the veterinary until he can be shipped to our country and we cat-proof our house back home. It was sad taking him to the vets wrapped in a blanket so he wouldn’t get scared until we had to put him in his crate at the vets, where he is boarded. We don’t want to think of the cramped spaces he is in. It is a grim reminder of our life for the past two months after the lockdown has been declared and all travel restricted.
A cyclone rages back home and flooding occurs on the Eastern coast of India. We go down South, so perhaps it is not much more severe than the monsoons that thump our coasts of a mid summer. We hope the rain will bring the COVID numbers down, but who knows ?
It is 4 am now and the muezzin has given the morning call for prayer. The birds sing sweetly on my moringa tree- perhaps it is the last time I will hear them. I need to remember to feed them and put the water out for them. Of all the stray cats, only one remains- his timidity to venture out of the compound kept him safe from the man who catches cats. He will hopefully find someone else to feed him.
My plants have been donated to the Filipina families who live near mine as they are plant lovers. But the trees we planted over the 15 years we were here, will remain and will hopefully survive the very harsh summer that is yet to come just as we hope to survive the tough hours ahead.
After a long, and hard term, they sent us messages congratulating us on our graduation- batch of 2020 and so on. I was skeptical as I hadn’t heard back from the SAS professor yet as to the marks of the final exam. Nonetheless, we all seem to have made the mark.
So it is here to believe- I passed !! Amid the corona and the Spring Break and the lockdown and assignments and uncertainty, I have a second graduate degree- at 50.
As the days go by, comes the realization that we need to start packing stuff if we need to take anything with us. 15 years in the same house has gotten us a lot of things. And this is inspite of the yearly downsizing and throwing away stuff that occurred when the children were home and the yearly spring cleaning of schoolbooks was the routine. Still we have stuff and how much? It makes me want to throw up about how much we spent on clothes and more clothes every month almost. What a family we are.
This is one of the boxes that got done. It has a long journey ahead of it.
My crockery and cutlery are other things I would want to take- as I would find it easier to use things I have been using for years. The mixer grinders and gas stoves would not be taken and so will the television sets or computers- all of them are going to be abandoned.
It is all a waste of money – the COVID has made my husband and I realize that everything is a waste- we could have used the money we spent on stuff helping some needy person or for a good cause. We talk about this every day. We have been wasting our time- and our resources, putting things away for when we would return and now the time to return has come and we cannot take most things with us. We are not even sure these things we ship will reach us. Nothing is sure in this world now.
We are learning to appreciate one another and the time we get together. We talk to our parents and family every day. These are the things that matter- nothing else is lasting.