Autobiography of a bookshelf out of cabinets
Autobiography of a bookshelf out of cabinets full.
Our wall-cabinet was moved in and placed in the living room two months after we had shifted to the 14, avenue south.
Autobiography of a bookshelf out of cabinets
Since then it has been there - a mute witness to our consciously-held eclecticism, a veritable tool-kit of our identity. Based on a design taken from a furniture magazine, the cabinet combined simplicity and an antique elegance - a mix that drew instant appraisal from those who ever cared to glance up and down her symmetrical form.
Her presence lent a new meaning to the entire space that seemed to provoke a spatial reordering of the room.
She is now 22 but somehow does not look her age.
Autobiography of a bookshelf out of cabinets and shelves
Time's foot-prints are not yet perceptible, though quite a few invasions are made by Time's agencies - woodworms and termites. Amidst all these she can still manage to look tall, unshaken and dignified. What worries me, however,is not her relation with time but the new space that she will occupy and the spatial relations with others that she will enter into once I'm gone