Clothes
Like little Buddhist flags summoning the heavens with their bright, vibrant colours, the clotheshorse, which has now found its place of honour in the kitchen was littered with an array of inner, middle and outer wear. Fishing out a tangled mesh of trousers, t-shirts, night shirt, towel, brassieres, underwear I marvelled at how hem crossed hem and button holes made brief applique designs before being wrenched out. Throwing the pile of semi moist garments on the dinning table which also doubles up as writing table, being listless table and occasional laptop table, I proceeded to untangle the pile. Like relations they were meshed in each other's beings. Arm held arm, trouser leg clinged to a towel, napkins were caught in a twirl, the endless chattering going on amidst the smaller fellows...I arrived on the scene - the proverbial party popper. Separate, dust, hang. Match the corner to the corner. Not a crease there. Proceed to the next. Took me all of 15 minutes to untangle each garmen...