Maahri hatheliya re bichh chhala padga maahra maaru ji...

It's a beautiful sunday morningat 1 PM and you are trying to come out of bed (still not willing to)...all of a sudden you realize that there is not even a single cloth washed and ironed except your towel. This is when you realize that it is not so beautiful sunday, as you have to wash your clothes now. With every shirt I washed, I remembered my mom, "hey mom, its not so easy as you told me". After 2 hours of continuous fight against my own clothes, finally I won by a little margin, as most of them were looking still the same even after i showed my talent of cloth wash. So, I compromised and let them dry. But to my surprise, the bucket was having something more for me, a whole new stock of unwashed clothes waiting...and that was the time, I surrendered and accepted defeated. "I can't !!!". So let them survive as dirty clothes for 6 more days. But the cloth wash was not that easy, as the battle demands blood, my palms were paying the price of cloth wash, as skin of my soft palms were off their place and I felt heavily wounded in war.
Still recovering from this huge wound in my hands and Getting ready for the next "War against Clothes : By wash" on next sunday. Padhna na bhuliyega, Tab tak ke liye aagiya dijiye, namaskar...