And there stayed, the brown golden cottage, outlived by a inhabitants for decades now. Rustic yet strong. Laden with canes and beams that held it up. Its drooping shelter bowed by benign canopies of trees, old hay that glossed during noon. It was perfect in its existence. Neither too small for a crowd, nor too big for the lonesome. It was welcoming, comforting and warm by the fire that burned all night. It smelled of vegetable stock and spices that brewed in the kitchen, a blessing on rainy evenings.
But there was something that made the cottage even more special than it could possibly be. It was the existence of that yellow chair.
The yellow chair. Neither too bright, nor too haggard, but yellow. Wooden, sturdy. It rocked if you cared to rock it. It comforted if you sat. It lulled to sleep if you stretched your arms and let loose yourself. The yellow-ness of it emitted radiance, charm that felt pernnial. It made one feel a sense of never dying belongingness. The yellow somehow made it special.
It was magical. Allowed for fancy dreams to be visualized. Of dragons and lilies. Of sunshine in rain. Of possibilites and joy and candour that was so everlasting! It made imagination and dreaming the most loveable past time, during short afternoon naps.
The yellow chair was special. More special than being at the cottage. More special than being yellow. The chair was special because it belonged to my grandmother. She was too fond of it. She treated it like an extension of herself. Her lifeline.
Seated on that yellow chair she envisioned the beautiful life she lived, with the ones she loved. She smiled on the peace that surrounded her now. Beckoned the settlement she had attained. Sedated, as she rocked the chair midly, she gently laughed at how she carried out her chores rather slowly now, and how her little grand daughter played with her silver hair.
The yellow chair is a recollection of my grand mother. Of how she is the most beautiful person at heart. Of how her beauty rests in her experience and unending love.
Much love to the yellow chair. Much love to grandma. Happy Birthday.
