homeward bound....

i'd forgotten how great it feels to be back home...really...sleeping in a four poster...high ceilings..beams..orange street lights...and oh...wonder of wonders..to be actually able to see the moon from my window...the sky...sunshine...a top view of the street...windows wide open,verandah door ajar,my home...teak doors gleaming darkly at night...the thrilling adventure of going to the loo at night...across the dalan..the terrace...then scurrying back as fast as possible...slipping back into bed ...breathless and triumphant ,at being able to get the better of all the ghosts and thugs the terrace is infested with,yet again,after months of no practice...but my imaginary spectral adversaries haunt the terrace no more...not because i am 19 now..but because the mango tree which was their thek ,has been cut down....like this house will be brought down...and though the grown up part of me is conviced its for the best,and is fighting valiantly to keep up appearances, tua is counting the last days of her existence, for with no 9 no. my childhood will vanish without a trace...forever...and i will hate the sight of the monstrosity that will replace it...geographically speaking,that is....................