A bitter- sweet take on Spousal Relationships. Arguments, disagreements, ego clashes- and yet deeply anchored in each other. What do we call this? 

Masks, make-up, fancy clothes - all pretensions and cover ups we have to use to live in the society-  but we can't wait to get back home and get into those old clothes - our true nature. 

The old blanket - has served it purpose, but I still need it at times  - as an anchor to my past. 

A knock on the door, a stranger who looks vaguely familiar - but you let her in, and she owns you completely. 

An ancestral legacy being passed on - but will it pass the test of time?