Shoveled in the corner of the room, taking a major chunk of the space, resides the- Closet. It stretches across half the wall, split in three equal blocks from top to bottom of the room's length. The front-panels are made of wood and steel holders sit spaced at regular intervals of 1:3 width apart. Inside smells like old plastic paint but deep spaces within. Imagine my hand drawing items infinitely. In everyday, scenario my closet is accessed only twice or at least once. I store less used items on the top shelf with some compartmentalization done to save space in next 3 shelves. Deep boxes allow me to box things and set them atop each other in evenly distributed spaces. Imagine, filling a square with other cubes or cuboids. Similarly, mind the gaps.
She was a young woman studying in final year of the university. She had similar shared space closet. After bath, immediately standing infront of it, coaxing what to wear will always take an eternity. Just adding to the anxiety; questioning those self affirmations - You are good enough. "I will have enough money one day to buy the best clothes just like those girls" - she would murmur to herself. Shut slam its door and rush out. For 345 days, this would remain a routine affair.
Young woman needs to know that closets need to be maintained else they get very messy. Everyday, she would pull out clothes, she never thought who was handing her those clothes. It wasn't her hand that came out but her residence had members living in her closet. We all have them in our's. When she falls asleep in night they come out sliding under the bed and crawling up slowly inside her head.
Our demons live within us and they make us do our normal. You don't notice them because we are conditioned to see only what we are expected to see. She would always get to wear what they wish for her. They narrate her dreams which turns into her realities. Slowly like a poisonous vine, they speak secrets to her altering her rationale. She had been dragging them with her throughout her life. From one nook of the city to another. One gets so consumed to even take a notice of their existence until...
After spending 30 years of her life, she continued to keep them safe in her closet. This time around there is something interesting going to happen. She will soon get to know it, when she will meet them in person. All these years, they had been hiding but now is the time to show themselves. Her closet has company.
This young man fell in love with the vibrant personality of this woman. He did not notice much of her cheap clothes or delusional affirmations. He was now living with her in the same shared space making it a home for himself and his demons. No longer, it was just her scent in those locked spaces. He occupied equal portions of the shelves. He drew his clothes from the same closet. Little they both knew that they had guests over. It was getting crowded in there. I can imagine the heat.