As I sat sipping my glorious morning tea– that one moment during the entire day when I feel most at peace, when my thoughts are blanker than a baby's mind when I let the morning spark slowly seep through my entire being, gently animating me; stimulating my sleeping nerves, galvanizing my body, triggering little electric bolts that combust the ends of my neurons like miniature dynamites that I realized the lack of luster in my house.
My domus which is usually iridescent in its nature embodying a glimmering sheen of cleanliness and well being looked a little matted out.
It lacked the highlighting that is the high point of my house, the reflections that glint off all surfaces looked muted and it irked me to realize that it had been almost a week since I did dusting of any sort.
I winced at the thought and wondered a little more at this lack luster nature of this house and glanced around to realize that the rainfalls from the past week had deposited fair amount of gunk on my windows and that the glass panes needed polishing.
This work isn't I admit for the faint of heart, and I made a solemn vow to get it done with, right after tea.
Which is exactly what I did.
Not only did I wash off the water spots and residual dirt from my window panes but I polished each mirror and every reflecting area of moi casa with the zeal of competitive lightening bolts, rubbing and washing and wiping and polishing until every glass surface replied with a shining twinkle of acknowledgement.
This whole endeavor took about 3 hours which also included a thorough cleaning of the entire house what with dusting vacuuming and mopping and phew.
So here I am sitting silently, eating leftovers and wallowing in sanitized cleanliness complete with a resplendent irradiation of refulgent finish.
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