All my notes are arranged neatly in piles.Unit wise.Chapter wise.Five bundles of xeroxes.
Its spread neatly across my end of the dining table in a systematic manner.I'm surprised that I can be methodical.
It takes an hour but I gaze admiringly at the result.Satisfied.
Its time to start studying.
But first..A 'munch break' to suitably reward my fruitful efforts.
She walks in,looking disapprovingly at the table,shakes her head slowly and purses her lips.
There is an evil glint in her eyes but I fail to recognize it.
My endless search for food is in vain and I walk back, disappointed and hungry.
It stands there like a skyscraper.
Taller than me.
But then again,anything is.
All my notes in one,tall,bundle.
She's standing there gazing admiringly at the result.Satisfied.A smile on her face.
I think she suffers from OCD-Obsessive Cleaning Disorder.
I smile.Biting my teeth.Fingers clenched.
Take a deep breath...
Exhale....Inhale...Exhale...Inhale
"Amma.Dont clean my stuff."
"It was all over the place!Such a 'Mess'!"
The 'M' word.
Hits a nerve.
Take another deep breath...
Exhale....Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...
Sigh...