Old friends

It is such joy to meet old friends.

To discuss who looks like who, and who has got who’s expression.

To discuss where the old over-sized hooded jacket has disappeared in the last ten years.

To discuss the viability of people, of situations, and of ideas.

To sit in Koshy’s and discuss how to control the decibel level there on weekends: Waves of silence and noise could be created by flashing a light bulb on and off. But no one would notice the bulb. Then let’s control the entire lighting of Koshy’s – dim means you stay silent, bright means you talk. Or we could have decibel level monitors. If you cross a certain limit, a bell would go off. No, better still to have ejector chairs so that if you cross the decibel limit, your chair ejects you.

To discuss how the house has grown; how from a building on a bare bit of land it has grown, evolved, matured, as a home.