There is a part of me that’s always calm. And there’s one part of me, that’s always chaotic.
Welcome to my world, a world in which I live. I live to hide things, or to take care of them, whichever way you prefer to look at it. I take care of things, just so that someone finds them when they need it. When things are needed, you can never find them, because of the chaos within me. The chaos within me is a result of an absence of calmness in my owner’s mind.
I’m just a lowly cupboard. Hiding things. Protecting them. Storing things in a chaos, keeping up the pretends of calmness reigning, both inside and outside.
I’m a blue cupboard, and I’ve got five shelves. The bottom-most shelf is for all the junk my owner no longer uses. That shelf is in an eternal chaos. She just dumps all her old notebooks, bled-out pens, torn socks, stained mobile covers, out-of-order earphones, empty chocolate wrappers, and of course, drained-out Ice Tea bottles.
The next shelf above this one has all her bags. A school bag (something that rarely sits in here), a sling bag (are there two? I think there are three), a party bag (it rarely goes out), and some old purses.
The middle most shelf is the one she fawns over every day. What else would you call this type of behaviour? She stands parallel to me, pulls out her clothes from my shelf, looks at them for three seconds, and then just dumps them back in. This continues four more times (an average figure). And then she walks away, without even folding the neglected quadruplets. I take them in without a question, adding to the chaos within.
The second shelf from top is full of her books. This shelf is clearly divided into two sections- books she’s never going to read, and books she needs to read (but never reads until it’s exam time). I really want to tell her that the books in the former section are getting agitated, and are staging an uprising. They are planning to switch places with the books in front, and also shred those books into neat long strips. Alas, the chaos in this second shelf is too much for me to handle. Every night, I try to calm them down, and that’s what makes them sleep peacefully. But the next morning? They’re all pumped up on book-adrenaline, all ready to show the world where they belong!
Talk about waging a war to keep things calm. Phew!
The topmost shelf. It’s the shelf she loves the most. It has all her memories in them. I can’t share specifics, because of cupboard-owner confidentiality. But yes, she does visit that shelf every once in a while, cleans it nicely, rearranges the things within them, and that’s what makes her calm.
Now you see? I can be calm in some places, and chaos in the others.
Linking this post to Write Tribe’s Friday Reflections over at Sanch’s blog. Have a great Friday!