Dear mom,
I really hate myself when you scold me for making the house as dirty as possible.I can really imagine how painful it would have become for you to see a trail of inorder spreading away in my wake that you-my sweet little mother has to speak spiteful words for your own brilliant little daughter.
I wasn't like this remember?When you used to proudly praise before the neighbours about how clean I used to maintain the house?When I would not allow even you to do all the cleaning work and took on the whole house scrubbing it clean and leave it shining cleverly leaving a couple of nooks which I knew were frequented by lizards?When looking at more than usual spic-n-span house neighbours would immediately know Aditi was at work?When the cleaning frenzy reached such heights that I would gather all utensils dirty or not and scrub it till it shined like a diamond?(seriously) And when old women seeing the shiddat with which I worked proclaimed you to be blessed?
You might wonder where that cleanliness freak, ordered Aditi went?
Well she discovered that cleanliness is overrated.I still hate the sticky kind of uncleanliness.But i love clothes strewn across my bed.It helps me sleep better.The clothes about me,embracing me,soothing me to sleep.I love books stacked upon every empty surface.There's not a better decoration.And it makes finding things easier!!You loose things anyhow and in finding things through a neat,ordered stack,you damage the order in it and its traumatic,believe me,destroying the order you set up with your own hands.And then there's disorder-you push aside things pick up what you want and get done with it.
I will tell what's with the books.You have very faithfully partitioned your cupboard to have physics,chemistry,biology,time pass books and notebooks in different sections.Then the Biology book mentions the use of NMR to study cells.I can google NMR.But google does not explain magnetic resonance as well as my physics textbook and next thing you know you are digging into years of books looking for the elusive textbook.Then you realize it has a chemical aspect to it and out comes the laptop to refer to a chemistry textbook pdf copy.Then you remember an article on magnetic equipments several years ago in safari and you pull out the heavy kitbag in the store room containing centuries old science magazines and knock out a few utensils in the process bruising your knee badly but then you have the magazines and the next thing you know your room is strewn with magazines your hungry mind wolfing down as much as it can.
Also it improves your athletic abilities-jumping over obstructions,bending about in your chair at wierd angles to get what you want?What's a better exercise?So dont corelate my untidiness with my laziness.
Okay I know I dress untidily too.I look like a drug addict at home and am just 20% better dressing for college.But again I like that.You wear good fashionable clothes and you have to take care of your clothes rather than the other way round.And more horrible then that is that people notice you.And that's the last thing I want-people look at you and by mistake you look at them,next thing you know they are talking to you and you are forced to have a very painful conversation with a human being.
So that's it my darling momma. That's why I m sitting here writing this to you - surrounded by a half empty chocolate box,wrapper and a half licked chocolate wrapper(oh ya i am so clean I lick up to the last bit chocolate and ice cream wrappers as well as plates and utensils sometimes(the last part is exaggeration,honestly)),with my teeth full of bacteria for having eaten so much chocolate,my hair untidy,the stack of newspapers I have been wanting to read in-depth and revise since a week piled up beside me and slowly yellowing- only because I do feel bad about myself but am just aadat se majboor...
Yours lovingly,
Aditi
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