A time when the world meant something different. Sitting in my sister’s room, watching her stack her CDs. I always remember the room being messy. The cupboards are flung open and I can see heaps of books and clothes. Shell chimes hung from the ceiling. Lavender and white. With the 4 O’ clock sun streaming in through the window, I remember feeling happy. Happy for being there. It always meant a lot to be in her room. Red Hot Chili Peppers are playing Californication and I just can’t think of anything that would make me happy at the moment. Soon it will be dark and I will no longer feel the sun’s warmth on my face. I think amma is making tea. The smell of sweet ginger tea is wafting through the hallway. I hear girls playing outside. Today I don’t want to join them. At least not right away. I had to be here. Feeling warm and fuzzy.