💬 I have a chair by the window and nobody is allowed in it

There's a brown chair in our bedroom, by the window, with a steel side table next to it. I bought it for 2,500 from a shop in Mehdipatnam 3 years ago. The cushion is already sagging. Between 3 and 5 in the afternoon the sun lands right on the page. I don't need a lamp. That's my reading time. Weekends only, one chapter at a time, with a cup of tea. Last month my wife sat in it to answer a phone call. I stood in the doorway holding my book. She looked up and said, can I help you? I said no. Then I said, that's my chair. She laughed for a full minute. Then she moved, but slowly, so I'd feel the guilt. I read standing up that day. My back hurt and I read the same page 3 times. Reading anywhere else feels like wearing someone else's shoes. I tried the sofa. Too soft, I fall asleep. I tried the dining table. Too upright, and my mother keeps asking if I've eaten. My father reads his newspaper in the same chair every morning, so maybe it runs in the family. He hasn't moved it by even an inch since 1998. I now understand why. Now there's a small problem. My brother's kids visit on Sundays and the youngest has spotted it. He climbs in with his tablet and swings his legs. I smile and say nothing. Inside I'm counting. Last Sunday I lasted 11 minutes before I offered him a biscuit at the table. He took the biscuit. He also took the chair. I'm still thinking about that.

My window corner got taken by a money plant last year. My sister said it needed the sun more.

Mine is the kitchen windowsill. I pull my knees up and nobody else counts it as a seat. I sit there with tea before anyone wakes up. Hard tile, damp cushion, best 20 minutes of my day. Your tablet kid made me laugh. My niece parks herself there on Sundays and I pretend to look for something. She's 6, so I'm going to lose that fight for a few years.