Vyshnoo

Cleaning my room

​All of a sudden, all my talents started flowing out of me. Parth’s poetry made me feel really good and I thought, what better way to express than write something back. When I discovered I could write, I penned down a lot of things I wanted to say during the day, to my dear diary. When I started speaking to my diary and Parth about a lot of varied topics, I understood that I could do many things. I did stand up with Parth and I lettered quotes that impacted my life. Since I painted, I could even letter and as it was trending on Instagram it was motivating. So, I did it.

At first I braved to post everything I felt about random topics like relationships, friendships, problems, types of people I know, lists of things to do when you’re bored and so on. I got a good response and I put up a blog. The blog didn’t work that well. But there was this one girl who said that it changed her life and it warmed my heart. Even impacting one person can feel really blissful.

I think blogs are a great way to express your feeling when nobody listens to your rant but you want to say it all. You can even blog anonymously.

I had piled up a huge bundle of paintings which I found during the time I was cleaning my room. I saw this one huge canvas I painted which lay there in a corner, getting dustier each day. Suddenly a flash came into my mind about my grandchildren unpacking this huge canvas in a storeroom, wrapped in newspaper and asking me what is inside the package. I’d tell them that it’s just an old painting I made in my young days. They’d get all excited and open it and say ‘WOWWWW’! They’d then ask me why don’t you paint anymore granny, to which I’d reply, I was busy with my 9 to 5 job in an MNC and didn’t want to waste my time in painting. But I’d be regretting deep inside.

BOOM!!
I don’t get it why many people speak about cleaning a room as a humongous Hercules task. I actually think that it helps you find a lot of memories and makes you organised.