not-so-"homely"-me

iv always thought of myself as not a very domestic-oriented person. all my life, iv had the luxury of the laundry getting done, healthy meals being cooked for me and the house just miraculously kept itself clean.

of course all this happened like a clockwork because of my super-efficient mother and her partner in crime the HYPER-efficient cook. although she joined us as a cook, she soon became "MANAGER-402 Abhiram". and today, she is one of the most dependable people around.

of late however, iv discovered small joys in doing the silly little things, iv started doing.

insignificant as they sometimes seem, its become a part of my whirlwind life today..

i cant cook for beans, but hey! i can cut veggies!

i take pleasure in making my bed. in ironing out creases and tucking the sheets in tight. in changing the linen every week. and in making sure we have a neat bed to go to bed in. i like to end my day in a nice crease-less bed.

i like to see vc happy and content with his meals. last night he went to bed hungry, and i swear it made me restless.

i yearn to have a space to call my own, a place where i can decorate, do up, assemble, and do all the things i please, to make my living space as homely as i want it to be. whether its paint the walls with graffitti, or put up a million frames, or have an orange loo, or stick a peg in the wall for my lamp, or have a book shelf..

its a significant change iv noticed in myself. like they say, theres a time for everything, and with small beginnings, just maybe this is my domestic side finding its way out :)