My blogger friend Susan invited comments on the rooms we frequent in our minds. Rooms are something one goes back to in dreams – my dreams are always peopled by rooms with much used , much loved familiar furniture . One piece of furniture that used to haunt me regularly was a huge sideboard that my parents used – with a wide middle cupboard flanked by two narrow ones with glass and wooden fronted doors and a glass covered bar on top , the side of which comes down on 2 hinges . Typically though the sideboard was always used for books in my parents’ home – and the top always had pieces of various bric a brac that Baba collected .
For days after Ma’s effects were dismantled and distributed after her death , the cupboard continued to haunt my dreams while it lived in a flat my father in law has in another part of the city . And bleak awful dreams filled with dread where we lived in huge cavernous dark houses on the fringes of dark , marshy fields that stretched over distances and which always made me wake up drenched in cold sweat.
Till I brought it to our house and filled it up . The 1950s editions of Woman and Home went in the middle to give the old cupboard some comfort with old friends ; albums and other newer books went in; my glassware went on both sides , whisky tumblers and glasses went into the bar . With all the comfortable hotch potch of a running family , the cupboard appears to be at peace now .. so does my psyche because it does not plague me with cupboards floating in space