A Fire and Photos

As i'd promised several posts back, here are the photos of that fire in my house. And these don't have photos of the kitchen which i'll add whenever i finally transfer them from my phone. Any wonder we're planning to sue LG?

The fridge that caused it all.

Standing right next to the fridge. My bombed out lamp.

Next to the lamp, charred remains. 

Curtains would hang here once upon a happy time. 

Wiring that melted.

One side of the living room. All my photo frames look bombed out.

The much walked through living room. And a center table people kept wiping.

My footwear. 

The Fellow's table.

That used to be a plug point.

My dressing table. 

Roti, Kapda aur Makaan

The house had a fire.
The clothes were all soot covered.
And we'd been eating out for a month thanks to no refrigerator and functional kitchen.

We've moved into a non-sooty house.
The clothes have all been dry cleaned.
And today, for the first time in a month, our kitchen will be cooked in and homemade food shall be had.

You can't even begin to imagine the happiness we're experiencing. That Maslow sure knew what he was talking about.

Milk. Ice. Cold water. Fruit

Four things you will now get in my house (among other things, but these are what i miss most).

Yes, people who have been listening to me for the last month or so, we now have a new refrigerator, replacing the old one that committed suicide by fire. After waiting for what was probably the longest anyone has waited for a refrigerator (morons at Samsung), we finally have one. And now we can enjoy the simple pleasures of life - cold water on a warm day, chocos and cold milk for breakfast, fresh fruit anytime of the day, chilled frooti to go with reruns of Grey's Anatomy...and, well, you get the picture right? 

So anyway. Ice trays have been filled, bottles of water and juice boxes put in their place, vegetables and fruits put in the drawer, and magnets have been put on. The fridge is home. I hope it lasts longer than the last one. 

Of Soot and Awesomeness

So, there was a little accident in the house when the Fellow and I were both away. Our two and a half year old LG refrigerator decided it had had enough of life and spontaneously (or so I imagine) combusted. The result? A charred and bombed out fridge, curtains that cannot be used ever again except perhaps as rags, a kitchen that looked like it had been in Pompei, wardrobes that need dry cleaning, and wall resembling something out of a horror story, complete with blackened spider webs hanging off the ceilings.

I won’t bore you with the details (and there are a *lot*), but let’s just say that it took the Fellow and me nearly 10 days to move all our belongings to a new house and get about 90% soot free (10% being the clothes that were awaiting their turn at the dry cleaners). Of course, even before we were 5% soot free, the broadband internet connection was in place and the DTH service on track. We were home so to say (C’mon, you know home is where the broadband is). And just as soon as something of a routine was in place, however dysfunctional it might be (I mean, no pillows, or pillow covers, no functional kitchen, no fridge, no broom even, and just 4 curtains), I left to attend a friend’s wedding in Bombay and finish some incomplete work. And just in time. The next day we were allotted a bigger house, meaning that the just moved into house would have to be moved out of and into a new house again, making it our 4^th move in as many months. Yes, that is the screaming inside my head that you can hear.

But before you start feeling bad for me, remember the Fellow and how awesome he can be at times like these. Yes. I do have nice things to say about the Fellow you know. Anyhoo, he insists I stay in Bombay, finish my work and not stress about moving house. He would do it all. And being the good Indian wife that I am, how can I not listen to my husband right?

PS: The next post shall be a visual one. Then you may feel bad for me and my soot-filled soul.

PS2: If you follow me on Twitter, maybe the next post will help you forgive me for bombing your timelines with self obsessed talk about soot and my traumatised life.