28, Rue Gambetta.... A Vendre....

I just came back from dinner and switched on my laptop. Google Talk connected and the new mail pop up popped out. 1/1 Sunil Agrawal..... See pics of 28 Rue Gambetta

I excitedly connected to Gmail to see the pics of my house, the house where i spend the best days of my life. I signed in and clicked open the mail and pressed the download option. Within seconds "downloading complete" and "open" clicked.

The pic appeared and there from the top window hung a board "a vendre".
And seemed like the whole world collapsed.
Shit man.... its not possible.... my house couldnt be on sale.... and out of nowhere i noticed something i had never expected.... A Tear.....And it slowly rolled out... and down my cheek

I cant be crying i said to myself, but, yes i was.... and then another, followed by another...

Never expected myself to be crying over a house and that also rented one but when i look back i get so many memories of that one house, more than any other house i have ever been a part off

That dining table on which we spend long hours eating and discussing. That blue sofa and its springs which gave away by the time we left. The brown coloured couch whose cushions were used to beat Aishwarya. That window on which i loved standing and taking pics. That dreadful cellar which freaked you out if you went down there at night. That mattress bed of mine in the drawing room. That green staircase. That frealing photograph in the loo on the 1st floor. Ashoks always messed up room and Aishwarya's always not a spot of dirt room. The lamp which i broke just before we left and that huge mirror in the drawing room in which Self-Obsessed Ashok Kumar could not get enough off.

So many memories surround that house. So much the 6 of us have shared in that house. So many things i have learnt in that house. So many lives i have lived in that house. So many things i will miss about that house....

It so much that today i cant even see someone else staying in that house....

The tears roll down, and then i realise, even my tears are not precious enough to enable me to buy my house, my 28, Rue Gambetta.....