I love my shoes one here and other there. I love my untidy
table even where there are lot of papers, most of them useless. I love my pens
here and there, I love my clothes handing from the side racks of the bed.
I just love as it is. I don’t keep my garments, my copies, my
books properly. I am always running from one corner to the other corner of the
house, searching every nook to find my lost treasure.
At the eve of my every birthday, I feel taking birth as cleanliness
`freak’. But my resolutions are lost in the normal run of time.
Often I get messed up with my things and I get myself in
mess looking for my things. A lazy fellow scribbles more than dribble with belongings.
As I was running for my office as usual on Monday morning, I
suddenly realised, “OH! Crap. .My metro card is missing. There was only 15mins
left to go and now I started looking for the card. The search episode started with my bag, then
purse, then diary, under the table, over the table & still couldn’t find
it.
Ultimately I took my jeans that I had worn last day when I
had used my card then I found that trouser was taken to be washed by the washer
man. I breathe hard as there was only five minutes to go.
Now I was back to my old charismatic personality who knows
nothing except shouting and grudging off.
Ultimately I found my card in my purse and I had no one to
blame but me.
