My house is clean and shining. Well at least, it was in the morning. For a change, I cleaned all the nooks and corners, changed the bed linen and made the house presentable.
Well, my spouse's second cousin was to visit with her child and niece. Does second cousin mean, the second daughter of her parents or related to one in the second chain. We used to say khasa sister and bisa sister in our childhood. Anyway she was supposed to come. Hence the sudden determination to clean. One has to look as if one is a good home keeper, more so infront of in laws. Even if they are second or third.
And looking at the house I thought, why can't I do this more often? It did not take too much time or effort. Then my inner voice told, whom are you kidding? You always search for short cuts. Just yesterday, you dragged a piece of paper using a mop instead of picking it up.... Stupid inner voice.
And it is not worth it. See now, 6 hours later, the house is back to normal. With a thin layer of dust all over the house. As if the layer is trying to protect the flooring.
The dust has another story itself. There is a large empty site near our house. Some say, it is the site of a park. Some say it is for the hospital. But everyday, truckloads of earth is dug from this site and carried to another empty site, passing through a muddy road. One after another. Almost continuosly. At this rate, I have a suspicion, the site is meant for a lake. Or may be these people have decided to dig till they find center of the earth and establish a housing colony there. Until then we have to bear this muddy air, muddy floor with a faint hope that some day their project - whatever that is , will be completed.
Well, my spouse's second cousin was to visit with her child and niece. Does second cousin mean, the second daughter of her parents or related to one in the second chain. We used to say khasa sister and bisa sister in our childhood. Anyway she was supposed to come. Hence the sudden determination to clean. One has to look as if one is a good home keeper, more so infront of in laws. Even if they are second or third.
And looking at the house I thought, why can't I do this more often? It did not take too much time or effort. Then my inner voice told, whom are you kidding? You always search for short cuts. Just yesterday, you dragged a piece of paper using a mop instead of picking it up.... Stupid inner voice.
And it is not worth it. See now, 6 hours later, the house is back to normal. With a thin layer of dust all over the house. As if the layer is trying to protect the flooring.
The dust has another story itself. There is a large empty site near our house. Some say, it is the site of a park. Some say it is for the hospital. But everyday, truckloads of earth is dug from this site and carried to another empty site, passing through a muddy road. One after another. Almost continuosly. At this rate, I have a suspicion, the site is meant for a lake. Or may be these people have decided to dig till they find center of the earth and establish a housing colony there. Until then we have to bear this muddy air, muddy floor with a faint hope that some day their project - whatever that is , will be completed.
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