The house is painted, the floors are mopped (both of them), the fans cleaned, the bathrooms washed… and somehow, the work just keeps on coming. Everyday, there is something big to be done. Tomorrow is a weekday, which means that I would come downstairs to be greeted by a note written by my mother, listing the housework that has to be done before she comes back from work. It’s tiring as hell, but it’s a surefire way to get a work-out. Washing three bathrooms non-stop in a period of 2 hours isn’t exactly a walk in the park, you know.

I guess the only thing to do now is to wait for Deepavali. For the good food, the good company, the laughs, the movies on TV. Oh yeah, I forgot. I have Shadow of the Colossus waiting for me. How could I forget that? Ooh, and those hot, oven-fresh biscuits.

Silly me.