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7d
Doing little things make you happy,
Today my maid didn't come,
I wa happy,
I had the house to myself.
I made my own breakfast,
Had it peacefully,
Without her hovering around me.
I washed the dishes,
Merry and cheerful,
Singing out of tune old songs,
As spurts of water spluttered on me,
My muscles were awakening,
Urging me to jiggle and wriggle..
Then I called the watchman to help me hoover the place,
I gave him the hoover and told him to move about freely ,
It was his first time with an electric item,
He made a through job not leaving a single spot chuckling and grinning,
He was more happy as I gave him bakshish(tip).
I felt exhilarated and experienced the spritual awakening of living.
14/2/2025
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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