My home at noon.
It is so beautiful in my garden.
The fresh greens spotted with the reds, pinks, orange and yellow blossoms.
Glorious blooms all bright and proud; Yesterday’s flowers bent and
looking sad. Beautiful butterflies fluttering around, crows cawing away,
squirrels rushing around as if there is no tomorrow and people chatting
as though it would continue till tomorrow. An occasional car zooming
past, happy voices of toddlers returning from school.
My home is all clean and shiny. Clothes all neatly folded. Books all stacked and in
order. A place for everything and everything in its place; No blaring
TV, no app to attend to on the ipod. No cellphones ringing for
attention, no noise, no sound.
Just me and my mind. My mind is zooming at high speeds, checking if the dinner is acceptable for all
members of the family, clothes are ironed and ready for the kurta-day;
composing the shopping list for the weekend shopping and cursing myself
for never being able to get a good idea to blog on; Ever waiting for the
phone call from my husband to confirm the fact that he does think about
me away from home, impatiently checking at the facebook page to see if
there is anybody is doing anything fun.
The clock strikes 4 and my
world has changed upside down. My home is messy, shoes carelessly
thrown around, sand and grime contrasting on the beautiful off-white
tile on the floor. Dirty clothes on the floor, Change of clothes on the
laundry basket, socks just everywhere; Noise has occupied my home- TV,
ipod, cellphones, quarrels and all. Kids complaining and congratulating
while beyblade-ing on my garden, stomping on my plants, bumping into the
hangings; Cellphone reminders incessantly irritating, constant voice of
my husband deliberating into the phone. Complains, moans and whines and
an occasional compliment signifies that dinner is done, dishes are
dirty and i have more cleaning to do tomorrow too.
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