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Wednesday, October 8, 2014
· Its Holiday forValmiki Jayanti, it's the cool
morning breeze with the hint of Chmeli (a flower) in it. Then comes the articles in
festival specials of newspapers and magazines and, finally, the in-built alarm
goes off. Yes, it's time for Diwali-cleaning.
Diwali just after 15 from now. The
routine remains unvarying year after year.
Take out everything, dust and polish and put them back. Admittedly some things do get thrown out, but most find their way back. Some, in the faint hope of getting it in working condition soon. It was a chance remark by our domestic help which made me wonder about the wisdom in hanging on to old stuff.
the cleaning mess
the living room
Watching me surrounded and submerged in the clutter of decades, smy niece picked up some baby clothes lovingly preserved by me and wondered aloud, "What did you plan to do with these? You could've given them away with the other clothes to KrishanPranamiAshram, Hisar
cleaning mess at dinning area
..." True, her self-interest was evident, but so was the soundness of her advice.
What indeed could be done with outdated clothes, bags and footwear? More than finding any stirrings of delight in my little frocks, I'd been adding to my own avoidable burden by routinely unpacking and repacking them all these years.
What was I hoping for? That my daughter will be delighted seeing her mother's party frock, her own Mickey Mouse diapers, her walker ?
mess in the kitchen
For a my little grand kids perhaps, but the likelier thing would be that
the poor girl wouldn't know what to do
with the mounds of memories she will inherit. It was with immense relief that I
saw most of these things carted away to orphanages, which'd definitely find
better use for them.
some relief after washing out the body dust! looking cool isn't it My d-in-law
The rest went to the kabariwala. But, yes, the hoarding instinct
can't be banished in a day so I'm hanging on to a few things which still live
and breathe for me.
Among them a few brittle letters in a tin
toffee box exchanges between my then newly-wed brothers; sage advice from nanu
to a headstrong me and some sepia photographs. Clutter, did you say? Heirlooms,
my friends, heirlooms. And also something for the next generation to do when
they clean for Diwali.