When Tum and I had started living in together around December 2001, we had a bare apartment. And bare apartments need filling up. So even though we did manage to get some basic kitchen utensils (worth around Rs. 5000) and a computer (5 months later) on our own, most of the stuff that we had around the house was garnered by pillaging my parents place.
Consequently, we acquired a rickety bed that used to be mine when I used to live with them (and it probably wasn't rickety then, but I'm sure that two people 'living in' didn't fit its terms and conditions for warranty ;). That bed and its mattress now adorns our guest room and is living a retired life by mostly enduring the burden of a host of washed clothes and being the sleeping place of choice for Hobbes and Tequila.
My sister's steel cupboard was next. This one is also still doing time. Since she got married went off to her beloved UK, I was free to pick that up. My own collapsible fabric cupboard also came with me, and between the two of them we had plenty of space for clothes, files, books and what not.
There were a bunch of cane patio chairs that Dad had bought around 15 years back in Delhi. They were in good condition, and were the host of many a boozing sessions in both our rented and owned apartments. They were finally thrown away after 3 cats had been through their cane like a borers and termites spoiling woodwork.
All the rest of the stuff that we garnered lives in the lofts. An inkjet printer that's never been used (never could be used, ink dried up), a makeshift shelf's iron rods, a vaccum cleaner that's so noisy that we could've woken up the dead with it, an ancient aluminium oven that was only good for baking potatoes, a electric heating plate and a gas 'shegdi', loads of airbags that the cats used as so many scratching posts. The list is endless.
I have to say that apartments are good at this kind of stuff. They easily lend themselves to an untidy life.
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