It was a strange day. I woke up at eleven, still sleepy but scared of being scolded for getting up so late, I gathered up all my courage to begin the day after my six hour sleep at night.
I looked outside my room window, which opened in the balcony that cleary showed the sky and the houses of the neighbourhood in the opposite lane. It felt as if it was dusk and sun was beginning to set, the cloudy sheet made the usual sunny day look gloomy.
Some guests arriving the next day were expected to stay at our place, and my room was thought to be offered, as it was separate from the main hurly-burly of the house and perfect for guests.
As I heard of guests staying in my room, I had to make it cleaner than I did usually. I dusted the furniture,cleaned my laptop and cleared up all the junk from my drawers.
Today, I decided not to pick a task form the Candyman that I was supposed to choose everyday.Candyman is a round china bowl with a lid on it, and it's full of papers with different tasks on them that I have to pick everyday.
I spent most of the time in my room and went downstairs to press my clothes for a whole week, since my university was to start the coming week and I was excited that I wouldn't be sick wearig a uniform, like I used to do till now. I kept ironing all the clothes with the zest that I didn't expect on a day when I was sleep deprived. Because of standing and pressing around eight suits at one go, I felt my feet burning and I was totally listless after all that ironing. The listlessness continued all day, it felt as if I had a sunstroke.Though, it wasn't a sunstroke, it was surely a heat stroke to stand for hours in the steaming kitchen, where the ironing table stood.
I didn't sleep in the afternoon, and kept dragging myself till the night so I could sleep early and wake up early the next morning. The same night before going to bed, I caught a glance of my Candyman. A sudden urge wanted me to open it right away and pick today's task which I had missed. My eyes shone as I unfolded the paper, it read 'iron as much clothes as you can!'. I surely didn't miss my Candyman task.
I looked outside my room window, which opened in the balcony that cleary showed the sky and the houses of the neighbourhood in the opposite lane. It felt as if it was dusk and sun was beginning to set, the cloudy sheet made the usual sunny day look gloomy.
Some guests arriving the next day were expected to stay at our place, and my room was thought to be offered, as it was separate from the main hurly-burly of the house and perfect for guests.
As I heard of guests staying in my room, I had to make it cleaner than I did usually. I dusted the furniture,cleaned my laptop and cleared up all the junk from my drawers.
Today, I decided not to pick a task form the Candyman that I was supposed to choose everyday.Candyman is a round china bowl with a lid on it, and it's full of papers with different tasks on them that I have to pick everyday.
I spent most of the time in my room and went downstairs to press my clothes for a whole week, since my university was to start the coming week and I was excited that I wouldn't be sick wearig a uniform, like I used to do till now. I kept ironing all the clothes with the zest that I didn't expect on a day when I was sleep deprived. Because of standing and pressing around eight suits at one go, I felt my feet burning and I was totally listless after all that ironing. The listlessness continued all day, it felt as if I had a sunstroke.Though, it wasn't a sunstroke, it was surely a heat stroke to stand for hours in the steaming kitchen, where the ironing table stood.
I didn't sleep in the afternoon, and kept dragging myself till the night so I could sleep early and wake up early the next morning. The same night before going to bed, I caught a glance of my Candyman. A sudden urge wanted me to open it right away and pick today's task which I had missed. My eyes shone as I unfolded the paper, it read 'iron as much clothes as you can!'. I surely didn't miss my Candyman task.
2 comments:
yes Fatima
whatever happens ,happens for a reson which is beyond our logic ...but with time it will be clear .....life becomes beautiful when such experience occurs and it becomes even more beautiful when it is shared....and you have done it in such a way that reading it we can experience it as our experience....U have got the "GIFT"......
sadaf! love the ending part :P
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