I live in a bare house. Which means it has just the following - a futon in the living room and a bean bag, a yo home theatre, a fat mattress in the bed room, lots of stuff in the kitchen and shoes in the other bedroom. And i was just wondering today, i am SO used to this bareness, this feeling of finding space all around. Had gone to a nice lunch at a married friend's house and the sheer amount of things there scared me. And it brought me back to last weekend when a sri lankan frnd had stayed over for the whole of friday nite and saturday day-over. She had said - amit you live so spartan but i think its nice because then you can have more space to yourself. I think ive always hated cramped spaces everywhere. In the apartment, in the mind, in relationships. Its nice when one can see a lot of tiles on the floor, just like it is when the light from light bulbs can reflect back into your eyes from a clean bare floor. And you have low beds that dont take up space. And you can walk bare foot on the floor and admire your thin feet (yes men do that too, atleast the ones with nice feet), and sometimes wear the house-inside-only designated flipflops. On those weekends, during the day, when you are all by yourself, you can just soak in all the music that comes out of Worldspace. The music, it seeps into the bare walls and the whole apartment becomes a quiet den.

Its nice too when relationships are transient, when you know that itll all become clean one day and itll be just you all bare with all your space just yours. There will be another post on the sri lankan (sinhala) woman who came in for a weekend in my life a week back. Tthat will be later though.