Annoyance

I was drinking coffee and reading a book today when I thought of how pretty it would be if I positioned the two and took a picture of them with the sunlight from the window illuminating the image. Then I realized.

My mother was sitting right next to me on the table drinking coffee, jauntily laughing with her friend on the phone. She wouldn't like me switching the tubelight off for the phone, I mused, miffed. Besides there wasn't enough space for the photo with the both of us hogging the table.

It would've been nice if she sat on the sofa like before. My gaze shifted to the sofa that changed it all.

We recently changed sofas. Our old one was leather and the new is made of cloth. My brother and I are clumsy people so sometimes we spill food on the sofa. Since leather doesn't absorb, we used to get away but not this time.

Despite my warning, mother bought the cloth sofa. She has been trying to discipline us for ages but to no avail. We didn't use our dining table unless we wanted to work with our laptops but two months into buying our new sofa, mother ordered us to eat food in the dining table because we spilled water and dropped fruits. We made sure we clean it but you know, mothers.

As a lazy person who likes the comfort of her couch, I find this as a mighty inconvenience.

Two days ago I wrote an essay on how Satyajit Ray used inanimate objects to make everything lopsided for the story's protagonist in Fritz. It came to me again today when I looked at that darned sofa.

A piece of furniture forced me to do something I otherwise would never have bothered doing.

How insanely ironic.