I had reached the end of my tether, had run out of ideas and patience. My home seemed as if it had been hit by a tornado. Even as I laboured to put things in order, chaos would strike again in no time. If they are not whining around me, they are upto something. It could either be something as outrageous as drawing a dragon on the wall with a lipstick or trying to cut out Ninja Turtle masks from the choicest of my dupattas.
Life can never be dull, but it can never have a soothing lull.
Your hair stand on end and neck constantly prickles - expecting the unexpected all the time. Every hot vacation afternoon, I remember turning my room into a mini dollhouse with beds turned upside down and mattresses on their legs to form the roof and bed sheets as curtains. Thus, meticulously and mercilessly undoing mom's home. When friends called out for the evening cycle ride, we rushed out without a thought, leaving the chaos behind. After a tiring session of badminton games and cycling around into nowhere in particular, we would skip back home into the immaculate interiors, unaware of the unnerving hours our mother had spent in restoring order.