Get me more Choglet

I was going through this post of Oli’s and I remembered how we’d gone to watch a show of The Divine Child. Alliance Francaise organised it, and it happened at Rabindra Sadan, I think, in first year. It was summer and I think I was quite thoughtless, then. Mane, no deep cogitation went into my actions, and glad for that. I remember it for one, cause the director called it The Divin (as you’d pronounce diving) Child. And there were these scenes: the play is about this child that refuses to leave its mother’s womb when it finds out how terrible the world outside is. And there was a scene where the father of the child has sex with the woman whose carrying the child, can’t get rid of it, and at that, there was a wave of embarrassed laughter through the hall. It was raucous, I guess, and I remember the boys in front of us who laughed the hardest. Were they French students? Perhaps. These are memories, hot sultry afternoons: breathless, meaningless. It is only sometimes that I find the energy that was in those days in the days now.
I am reading Eldest now. My nights and days are being spent trying to finish he book. Note, it is summer now, my favourite time of year. K and I shifted my bed to my room, the first time in seven years. I am pretty settled now: the computer AND the bed in a single room. And I wonder in passing sometimes, how different things were when that bed used to be in that room.. And were they so different really? I yearned for ownership, then. That the room would be stamped mine, now no one says that I can’t stick up what I want on the walls. I am quite agreeable to sharing the wardrobe with ma.
I plan to do up the room a little, whatever my meagre imagination permits. Oli suggested photographs, and I want a lampshade that I’ll hang up, and on summer nights, I’ll close the door that links the room to the rest of the house, light the lamp, open the baranda door, and enjoy bliss.
Je ne regrette rien, goes the Edith Piaf song. I don’t know how to regret, not quite. And I feel clenched today, and it is yet summer.