They say women are complicated. I don't think so.
Little things affect us. In a big way. Good things as well as bad things. Quicker and in a deeper way than men can imagine maybe. But does that make us complicated? I don't think so.
In fact, maybe we're too simple for them to understand. Which makes us seem complicated.
Why did I start off on this line of thought?
Well, the housemaid just left after her daily chores (more than usual given that it is Sunday), and left me with a feeling of contentment.
Why am I happy?
I simply love the way the house smells slightly of the floor cleaner and the tiles are shining clear and bright. The floor cleaner doesn't quite have the extracts of the rarest of rare flora carefully packaged by a French perfume seller. That is not what this is about.
I am not denying that I love perfume, in fact I am a sucker for things that smell good.
What I am saying though, is that what makes me happy is the feeling of something getting to a more organized state is fulfilling.
So we - the womankind, are famed to be multitaskers. And we are too. Inside our heads, though, we tend to be chaotic and panic when there's any unfinished business. More so, when there's multiple unfinished tasks. These tasks don't have to be those assigned to us by anybody else. These don't have to be of world changing significance. Just the fact that we feel something should be done is enough to add an item to the "unfinished" list.
I see the kitchen platform getting cleaned up, I see the garbage bag being replaced, I see the vessels getting washed and kept into their respective racks, I see the bathroom floor getting washed, And then I see the maid sit down and have her tea (which I made while she finished the chores); while she and I talk about her soon to be married daughter in broken hindi and english - since we have a language difference - And I experience the feeling of pure bliss. I find that I am smiling inside. My attention soon drifts to the laundry basket waiting to be emptied into the washing machine.
Small things make us happy. Small things make us sad too. And they say we're complicated? Not quite. :)
Love,
Me.
P.S. - Happy Holi folks. :)
