My grandma used to tell a story. There was a man who had 16 children but lived in a small house. He was always tired and felt congested inside the house.
One day he met a saint. He asked his advice about how he can live peacefully. The saint gave him a goat and asked him to keep it for three days. The man took the goat home. Oh, his work load just increased since the goat was making a mess inside the house. After three days he went back to the saint. The saint asked him, how his life was! He said, it was horrible! The saint asked him to return the goat and come back again in three days. After three days, the man returned. The saint asked him, how his life was? The man replied ever since he returned the goat back, life was returning to normal and he was at peace.
As I started putting back dolls I somehow remembered the story. By 4 pm most of my packing was done. My husband decided we should not delay the process anymore and we completed the job! I think my OCD boy felt like the man in the story than me. He was moere excited to bring down all the packed boxes and signed an air of relief as he pulled out the rug and the chairs back to the room.
The past six weeks were hectic but it was something I needed! Yes, I loved my India trip and my celebrations but getting back to routine feels normal!
In fact, even with all the packing I had started doing some of the things that I had missed the last six weeks. Boy, I missed my TV shows and hope to be on Britbox soon😀.





We are all set!
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