Of Wash Basins And Kids


Old wash-basin. Picture taken (on 16 Feb 2006)...
Old wash-basin. Picture taken (on 16 Feb 2006) and uploaded (on 19 Oct 2006) by Roger McLassus. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

Every morning I get up and after Nature‘s call I turn on the water from the tap of my wash basin..I wash my face and out of habit reach out for the towel to my left…I have specially fixed the hook on the left of the wash basin area so that we only have to reach out with the left hand and wipe our face without even bothering to put in that extra effort of finding it.

 

I reach out for the towel, but swish…my hand goes swish…where is the towel…? There isn’t any…” Holy cow..”: I tell myself…and with water dripping from my face I peer through and find there is no towel hanging from the allotted hook…instead something resembling the towel I had put the night before could be seen just next to me on the wash basin stand…I pick it up…Oh yes…this is the towel…but a dripping towel…

 

” KIDS..!!” The alarm bell rings…the warning tones start gonging…and the temper is ready to flare…” CHILDREN….BOTH OF YOU COME HERE…HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO PUT THE TOWEL BACK INTO PLACE…HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOT TO LEAVE THE WASH BASIN AREA WET…>? WHY EVER CANT YOU PUT THE TOWEL BACK…I WORK THE WHOLE DAY..BUT WHEN I NEED TO WIPE MY FACE ..WHAT DO I GET? A WET TOWEL..? WHY WHY WHY..?”

 

What do I get out of this tirade…? A meek “Sorry Mamma, sorry mamma..” ” Hmmmphh…” I say and I proceed to continue my regular morning chores…

 

Come afternoon…the kids have gone to school and are back…I am busy with giving them lunch…come evening…I decide to wash my face and freshen up….I go to the wash basin…” La laa la .laa…” I hum..” Oh I think the latest song on tv is really good…I must get those lyrics…Oh now I would freshen up and get about with the rest of my work…” Talking to myself and humming I wash my face….I use the new face scrub I got recently…” Mmmm smells good…” I thought….”Ahh what pleasure..” I tell myself…and feel good with the splash of cold water on my face….” la la la la la …” I hum and reach out for the towel….THE TOWEL…… swish swish goes my hand….THE TOWEL…WHERE IS THE TOWEL….. I stop humming….and look up…and again see the very familiar pile of dripping wet cloth resembling the towel I put in the morning …..

 

“KIDS…….HOW MANY TIMES..HAVE I TOLD YOU TO PUT THE TOWEL……………………………………………..” trailed my voice….finishing with the “WHY WHY WHY…? ‘” ..

 

And the story continues …and it is on…the towel is still enjoying being wet….the kids still say sorry but what I get out of this whole thing is not that the kids don’t listen to me…I know very well they do , but they often slip up…but cut to sometime after ten years…Kids would be gone, wash basin would be dry…towel would be dry and in place….but my hand would out of habit still do a swish swish…and then who do I yell for …as when I yell KIDS….all I would be getting is pin drop silence.

 

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