On Sunday, we said goodbye to our sofa.
Here is a picture of it, spaciously sitting in our living room just days
before being dumped into the back of a tempo, destined to a dingy workshop
somewhere.
The emotional bond between you and your sofa is real.
You get
teary eyed when you lean against an empty wall watching your sofa go out.
The
feeling of discarding a sofa is almost like tossing a pet out.
It sets up a
never-ending stream of questions in your head. Who had sat there, what stories
had the sofa heard, or what grand life events was the sofa witness to?
What did
it feel like, sound like or smell like when you sat on it?
I remember the day our sofa was first brought in the living
room.
The upholsterer had stitched the fabric all wrong. The beautiful flower
motifs were all looking like a string of right directed pointers instead of
looking their usual self.
We were so disappointed! But this fact somehow lost
its impact as time passed.
What became more important were the memories that we
built around that sofa.
My siblings used to bounce from one end of the sofa to
other, giggling and toppling on each other. My Dad used to sleep on it while
watching TV.
My mom used to sit in that comfortable corner where the two arms
of 'L' met.
One of my favourite childhood memory is falling asleep on that sofa
& waking up on my bed. Happiness was to find the lost TV remote, coins,
books or combs in the nooks and corners of sofa.
It was a tangible connection to the past.
Funny how a piece of furniture owns us instead of the other way round.
Love and peace to you, old brown sofa, wherever you are!
