kamalini
and i found the table at last, i knew i would. It had taken me years of thinking and reflecting as to where i had hidden that beautiful antique table of my grandmother, bequeathed to me when i was just 8. Phew! what a relief to find it hidden beneath my mother's cupboard. I guess none had any use for it anymore, apart from me- heritage i called it!
She enjoyed sitting down on one of her myriad coloured cushions, with her cat atop the table in front of her, a warm cuppa tea. She would place her elbow gently on the little table top, run her hand thru her hair, and stare out of the window. The brown table would slowly collect dust and she would keep wiping it clean....