Travails Of A Taunted Tenant

Dear Agatha,

I must confess that though I responded to a parenthetical musing in your post, it was the below line that compelled me to write back to you.

I love such emphatic constructs even in the stillness of an ambient narrative. Cold lock?! You see what you did there? I liked it very much.

I sputter in talking up to strangers online but when I do cozy up to someone based on how affectionate they sound from a brief interaction, I latch on to them like a lamprey. You may be an old lady but your humorous and youthful tone in the blogs are patterned on commedia dell'arte, in general, not necessarily in this particular instance. I like your beguiling English and those tiny yet expressive words which give an edge to your write ups. The lampreys, amongst other things, cling to these attractive verbal hooks. Henceforth this fishy Iravati shall comment on your blogs with no lapse. I do read your blogs, love them, notice the elegance in your writing, spot the 'oops-spirited' wordplay in your agile mind, but never swung around to relay any of that earlier.

But, hereafter, I swear on those meddling ghosts who colluded in my flat-hunting that none of this furtive and mutual affection shall be subdued. I too cherish a (hitherto) undeclared admiration towards your spiffy writing likewise.

 

Absolutely, Agatha. Both houses mentioned above were rented. Different owners, different experiences. However, we are facing a problem in our own flat now. People refuse to part with money to replace the lift which is almost on the verge of collapse. This has been going on since at least 5 years. We payed the advance, then got it back because others refused to pay and nothing is possible unless everyone pays. The project was re-planned and we paid again and once again it is stuck as it is. There are many elderly people on higher floors. Other than waiting and watching, there is little one can do.

 

My dear Agatha

You really have a lot of patience. Sad to know how much you had to struggle.

After marriage we stayed in a chawl. Since before marriage I was staying in a flat was very difficult in the early stages. My first and second child were born there. My elder daughter was born in May so it was very difficult to bear the heat. Since I was a working women it was ok. For one year I never used to go to the toilet as it was outside and had to carry a bucket and go. After going to office only I used to go.

After five years we shifted to a flat, where we stayed till 2010. Thanks to the uncle through whom we got this flat by pagdi and it was a lucky where many functions took place and my younger daughter was born.

The building was going for redevelopment so we vacated in 2010 and changed 4 houses in old age. Now we are staying in my son I law's house paying rent. Till now no progress in our building.Dont know how long it will take to get our own house back

 

Though we lived in a chawl many functions took place. My mother in law died there only. So we all might be twenty I think had to stay there only. My seemantham also took place there only.bThose days they never used to appoint a cook and they only used to cook.

Thanks for your good wishes

 

any hapless tenants hacve such experiences but not all can narrate iut like th9s!