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So, she gave them space in her memory.

It was her way of gifting. Some people received it well, some people tossed it away.

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The other day I fought with him.

I walked outside the door, in anger I walk.

He walked patiently behind me.

I walked and he followed.

He didn't stop me,

He didn't call me.

Somehow my father's sleep was always important. He was unwell with heart problems and his diet and sleep were of utmost importance. Gradually accepting his sleep was the priority we began our day at 2 pm. He was a light sleeper and it is known, if you love someone let them sleep.

I let my father sleep.

My Aunt was a loner, she gave so much she had nothing left. She sought sleep as an escape. Diabetic and single she slept her way in and out of episodes of frustration. When she slept, fights were less, voices calm, and temperatures cool. I made sure to not wake her up as if the giant sleeping will overturn my little world.

I let my aunt sleep.

My admiration for men and women going for morning walks dived deeply. I almost like a childlike wonder look at men who made morning tea and took morning walks with the company of Bougainville. I became friends with a good soul. He was always there, timid, unknowingly wrong, helpful and excited. Chaperoning him was a test of friendship. Initially, he began his days as early as 7 am. I had noticed and even commended his act. He was although a mere adjuster. He adjusted himself in the night. He took his borrowed happiness and become one with it. He opened the doors for maids.

I let my friend sleep.

My brother was born and we decided to garnish him with a perfect childhood. Lunchboxes, teachers, presence of parents, a full-blown session of putting brown covers over books and textbooks, night sleep, sound night sleep and above all a mother. My brother had a mother. He was a promising child and woke up early. I was aghast by his pattern. In the same house, this 12-year-old kid woke up early. Soon it became clear that he likes his music and photo apps. He got a girl and the girl got time in the night for him. Days passed we gave up waking him. He chose to stay up. He chose to sleep in the day.

I let my brother sleep.

We all know It's beautiful to watch your lover sleep. He sleeps like a baby. Like a real baby. He can sleep for hours and hours and still be sleepy. I am in love and a test of love is caring, nurturing and make sure they sleep well.

The old knows its their season.

The old wood, the clock,

and even a pair of old parents

know they have to take over.

When it rains in Bombay.

As rains wipe out the newness of dirt,

from roofs, trees, and old furniture.

Longer than the new dirt and longer than the season,

The old shine and tell us that they are here to stay.