A Memory Of Doors

Dear Appacha and Ammachi

It's been a while since you both have gone, and what I miss the most about our old home are the doors. 

We had a lot of doors. They were all wooden, painted blue and I loved how each door was divided into four quarters. I remember how we used to bolt the bottom half and open the two top quarters.

Voila! The door was now a window. Not that we needed any more windows, but that was just how it was done. The door was open enough to make the neighbors feel welcome and closed enough to keep their cat away. None of the new homes have doors like those.

But what I miss the most about them is seeing your top half beyond the door, waving while unbolting, as I ran up the driveway to you. 

Always yours

Kochumol