Rochanah

Archive for February, 2012

Autumn night the rain outside the window with clarity sound knock on the glass. Through the curtain not far from the trees branches in shining lights in thousands of houses extinguish to lead people with a tired sleep. I put down the pen support the case of the sky and gently come to the pomegranate tree in the front yard. In the dark light the rain has washed the tree into a new one. The raindrops are just like the pearls on the Quinceaneras Dresses to decorate the night into a gorgeous fairy land. Grandpa is still busy in there, a person’s livelihood to the name of his bell. He is always wearing that hole in the back covered with a white vest. It has been long years in the name of those bells.

A forty-five square meter room, an old wooden desk and a glass top attached to a thick smooth yet firm the left side of the desk is a half the height of the dresser. Neatly stacked with counter daily is following two large drawers to be used as a wardrobe. The top of the dresser is a big hanging shelf in mid-air above filled my favorite books. I feel at ease forever the right side of the desk is the bed. My childhood is spent in this house. I lived in the room next door to my grandparents. My grandparents have a living room connected to a living room with a large garden, central courtyard planted with a pomegranate tree. Every autumn season the branches will be covered with red pomegranates like red lanterns as well as the gift of the autumn on the Quinceaneras Dresses. Grandpa likes to play the bells under the tree and he said that these red pomegranates represent fire and good luck as well as our big family. When I see this piece of red pomegranate he will think of many children, sons and daughters around the knee.

Every morning, I always wake up in crisp beat sound from the pomegranate tree. Difficult to imagine that this is originally a picture of old scraps metal and after my grandfather’s actually turns into a skilled silver only shake the bells. Grandpa likes the bells that he doesn’t have lofty ideals and aspirations but he only knows shoulder the proper burden. In the childhood you could not imagine to dress into the Quinceaneras Dresses one day because that time the life is lack of pursuit. I always like to play mischievously around him then he would stop the job and take out a long pipe and let me get him a match. I excitedly moved to a small desk and sat beside him to hold my small head with relish listening.