Unusually , today , I was in midst of bustling programmes. Mostly , my life style is most simple, hardly any outdoor chores, no domestic duties , just reading, writing with music on the background.
My domestic staff, who are with me for nearly a decade, took a holiday, to celebrate Pongal. The kitchen ,which was for some time away from my control ,had to be attended to, as I had to prepare breakfast, and the Pongal, with all the alibis relating to it.
I woke up early in he morning. Skipping my appointment with the newspapers, I dashed into the kitchen. I had to make a thorough study of everything there, as I had neglected it for long. Surveying the area , I was into the job. Cutting vegetables, preparing chutney and the soft idlis for breakfast, putting kolam in the Pooja , and in the courtyard, to keep Pongal. I was three in one. I was in the kitchen , in the court yard and attending the regular phone calls. Within two hours , everything was done. I arranged for the Pooja. My husband reminded me of the visit to the temple. I hopped into the car, and had a darshan of Goddess Meenakshi.
The pooja at home was over with much modesty. We had a sumptuous feast. It has come to a gala finish , I thought, but no the most hard pressed job was still awaiting , that of cleaning the vessels and clearing the mess.My heart sank, my knees gave a shooting pain, my body was too much exhausted.But still, I had to accomplish the chore. So did I.
I moved back to my reclining chair . I was about to doze off, when I got a message that two of my projects have been approved and I am into certain prospective clientele.
The reward was extremely satisfying and the physical exertion though lurking,had subsided to a tolerable level.
It was a beautiful day.