Thursday. October 18, 2012.
Before dad gets home every week, I clean up as much as I can. Or else, I should expect comments on everything that is not in order, which is not necessarily bad since it keeps me in check. Like always I had a heap of cloths in my closet and a messy dressing table and so I started my cleaning ritual. Put on loud music, sung along, danced along and cleaned up. Within 2 hours, my room was back to neat and clean. Everything was in it's place. The heap in the closet was gone and all my cloths were back on the shelves, stacked neatly. Sometimes cleaning is like meditation for me. I am so engrossed in the activity at hand, I forget about everything else. I am just cleaning and enjoying the music and dancing. My mind is clear of things and I feel good.

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