The socks odour messed up the room and the untied laces decorated the pair of shoes lying over the table and the other outside the door. His red shirt smelt bad, the laptop chord messed the bed. The clothes were heaped on the floor near the coffee cup lying broken . The maggi pan lay unseasoned in the kettle and the soup boiled in the cup on the inverted iron.
The cooler motor was choked and it made the floor wet. The books were laid in the corners and then the door rang. Initially the three roommates hesitated then came a voice “Roshan Surprise . Son Open the door .” Then the cleanliness drive began and happened thrice every year.
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That’s very funny. I think that sort of untidiness in young people is the norm, and some people never grow out of it! I’ve always been quite tidy (tidier than my parents, in fact), not because of being houseproud, but because chaos confuses my brain. It’s impossible for me to start writing, unless my desk is clear of clutter, apart from my dust!
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Funny story. This is how things get cleaned up in my house too. 🙂
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THIS is really cool! Thanks for sharing. 🙂 And I am so glad that you followed my blog. It’s lovely to have your presence. Very creative! Blessings and have a wonderful day, Debbie
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Excellent writing. Great imagery. And then the punch line at the end — until then, I didn’t know where this was going. I wasn’t expecting to get to laugh at the end. (Thanks for finding and following my writing blog!)
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Purple prose redeemed by a killer punch line. 😉
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Elegantly written!
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Relatable 😁😀
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It’s every mom’s nature ☺️☺️ Well written 👍
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