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It was the weight worth carrying and it was the pain worth bearing.  The weight we carried was the

Prayer in Progress

few, but heavy, earthly possession I have and the pain we bore was the muscle wrenching and bone breaking pain we had the next day. It was the shifting day. After the service on Sunday the 7^thAugust, I, Prince and Amos of UBS and my future Brother-in-Law took the things from my old house, which is like a cave with one entrance, and loaded it on a medium sized, hired tempo van. We didn’t knew that the breather we got during the ten minutes ride was just a time for us to prepare for the herculean task which awaits us. We had to carry the things to the third floor. The uphill task proved to sap the

strength out of even the strongest among us. After two times going up and down we were

Part of my Kitchen

panting but still the biggest and heaviest of my possessions: Fridge and Iron Cot were to be carried. Oh! God, we had a tough time bringing them up. But finally our work paid off, all the things were in the new home. Hurrah! We had a celebration. But next day brought all the agony of using all the unused muscles in the body without warning. I am the worst affected being the one who uses only minimal muscles among the four for daily existence.

Then began the quest to make a decent bachelor home out of the heap of things we brought and dumped in the new place. It took two days and a proposed visit by my pastor for prayer in the new house to complete the task. If Pastor didn’t propose to come, I would have left the things as it is till my parents come this month end (assumption being that they also need something worthy to do apart from attending my engagement). But I did it. It was surprising for me too, but I did it. On 10^thPastor and few others came and prayed for the blessing of the new house I rented and dedicated the house in a formal way. Now the house is fully functional. But the question is how much pain and time it will take to maintain it as a home? Only time and God can

Kitchen Stuff

tell… But the best thing in my new house is the Kitchen and the quietness of the place. Kitchen is spacious enough to kindle the dried up passion I have for cooking and the quietness is so soothing enough to stir up the passion for reading and writing. I hope to use the best out of this place. It is my home now and it is a sweet home. Though everything is there, still my home is incomplete, but it’ll be complete soon, on October 27^th when my queen arrives to take the charge. Till then I will wait, keeping this house ready to receive her Majesty.

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