Narendra Raghunath

The front door.

To my flat, there is only one door that allows me to enter into or exit my home by the world outside. Another door allows me to enter the small garden my cat prefers to come and go as she wishes.  Somehow, she never liked the front door. Whenever we open the front door, she tries to peep through the gap and always run back as quickly as possible. Perhaps, she never liked the long corridor with six closed front doors that my neighbours prefer to keep shut and remain locked inside. Bailey fondly called as Bella by children from the neighbourhood, always loved chasing butterflies and birds outside than those long enclosed corridors with closed front doors.