Gratitude

I cleaned the window, cleaned the lamp, dusted the speakers, moped the floor. I emptied the plastic rack and washed it under the tap. I took care of the spider webs and dusted the fan. I put away old newspapers and put important papers in place, important being randoms words scribbled here and there. I smiled with regret as I found stuff that I was supposed to put up on my wall. I bundled up clothes fifty pieces to give to the dhobi. I did it all with so much care. I was doing it all for the last time. It was time to leave. Leave home.