I am glad I reached you finally. It has been a long journey. I am so tired. Today I came thrice to the gates but Hafsa (my downstairs tenant) wasn’t home, and the locks on the gates wouldn’t open, because they were changed. As darkness covered the horizon you let me inside.
I climbed the stairs wearily to my upside domain, and fumbled with the keys to open the outside door. Tons of dust littered the floor of the verandah. When I stepped into the hallway, and then the bedroom, both were equally full of dust. I stared at the open dressing room window with dismay. It must have opened with the force of a storm. It looked like someone had poured brown mud over each and every surface.
I located the vacuum cleaner, turned it on, and made a pathway for myself to the bed and bathroom door.The vacuum cleaner has breathed its last. It couldn’t survive that much dust. It was too much for it’s delicate Japanese stomach.
I went to the kitchen. It was in the same dirty state. The adjacent pantry’s window was open. I put the groceries I had bought in the morning on my kitchen table. I reminded myself to switch on the water heater. I tried to ignite the gas. The gas igniters didn’t work (I had two). I went to search for match boxes. None could be found. I was mad at myself for forgetting to buy them in the first place. By this time my hands were covered with dust , and nails were dirty too.
I found the matches in one drawer, and managed to light the water heater burner. I came back to the kitchen and heated the food given to me by my brother in law’s wife. I did the dishes with cold water. I had forgotten whether I had gloves or not lying some place. I found them later after I got three more pairs from the market next day.
Dear home, I am happy to be here although my hands are in a terrible state in trying to make you clean.
Literate for a Day
Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them?