cleaning my room at wee hours

Another strand of cobweb fell as I looked up to see what that was fell in my head first. I came inside my room and let my bag slip of my shoulder. I was kind of tired as I was traveling for last 16 days. I unloaded my bag and put most of the things in place. I don’t know what but something bothering me since I came in.


In another hours time I bathed and completed my other day closing routine. I fired the mosquito coil as an attempt not to have any visible living creature to accompany me while I sleep. I fell in the mat; eyes had its fleshy shutter down and

<<darkness>>


I could no more ignore the voice as it said “I am the only one who knows your secrets and stupidities for last 12 months or so.” - A weird structure, dull whitish in colour and bluish grey batches, dressed with something weaved with jute was almost pleading with me to have complete attention.


It continued “you lost the care for me, which you had when we first met, when you were forced to stay alone. I bet your life took a change from then; you were different personality then; now you bit matured or at least try to act as one, and what, your so-called-enlightments and your crazy writings, which is hardly useful to any all shaped up when you were with me.”


I guess my eyes were closed yet I could see and hear... “And every weekend you used to sweep, mop and clean me. You rearrange your books, stuffs and whatever you had in me. Now it’s been almost 4 weekends since you stayed in me and I never felt the broom on me apart from where you have laid your mat” it continued its lamentations.


“Hey is that you? I got who you are!” it should have been a dream as I woke up completely by now and sat my arms around the knees. I looked up and around – cobwebs at least half feet down the ceiling and along the corners. I just had the dim street light, which sneaked in through the half opened window. But it was sufficient to portrait the dismal state of my room. I ran a finger on the floor, dust.


I compelled to get up and clean it as I looked up and around one time again.
<<Flash>>
…an idea dawned in my brain (trust me, I do have one). I will definitely pen this incident as I am desperately running out of ideas what to post in my blogs next. How good it will be, if I end it with a note as “as the clock about to strike 2 AM I got up to clean my room, so that I can get rid of my remorse.”



“Nice! Thank you” I started speaking to my room, may be first time ever in my life I was speaking to a concrete structure. “Thank you! You have given me a nice lead to pen something” I appreciated. “But I am not that good that I will compromise my sleep now & clean you now.” I pulled my bed spread, buried myself completely into it and said “I will try to clean you on weekend, that too first available weekend. Gud nite :*!!”
<<darkness>>


~Aug ‘2010

 

thanks for your fb akila & my glad for you that yours is the first (unsure, if you used the 'placeholder' trick this time too)

you should me more like ammaa, she never ends her day untill the kitchen & entire home is neat and clean to her standards.

 

thanks for your fb vishwa,

i realy wonder if spiders has to take some revenge on me, the spiders at the house i mentioned here were very active.

 

thanks for the fb lalitha,

please note i am one of those lazy boy, who dont compromise on 2 essential tasks of life, eating & sleeping. i fulfilled my promise by the weekend.