mera kuch samaan

the walls have locked within them our secrets, but returned our stories. the bathroom mirror will meet me one last time tomorrow, to say goodbye. the dining table will befriend and share meals with a new family. the steep staircase won't hear us grumble about our lack of fitness. the windows will have someone else look over their shoulder. the door will no longer wear the badge gifted by the landlord's children - the colourful drawing that lovingly says 'd and surach'. and the kitchen will never again hear me say "how can u be so small???". our home will become a house. but only to become home to someone else.