Some time back when my brother reduced his weight drastically he used to tell me that the secret to his weight reduction is cleaning the room regularly; I thought it was just a joke. I seriously underestimated the effort needed for a thorough cleaning, when better to know than when cleaning your own room. All these years my cleaning method was simple. Its to transfer junk from one location to the other and again after few months doing the reverse, Never feeling the desire to throw away anything out, hoping to use it someday, only to see that day never came. It was not very soon that the day came that there was no space for me in my own dump, the inevitable just had to be done to sleep outside, I mean to throw things outside. Yes, it was the D day; the day I might lose some of my weight. All the invisible dirt and the months of piles formed in the corners, made me feel I was sleeping not in a room, But along with the nature. It started in the morning and the monotony of the work stopped me, every inch of free space made it necessary to clear the junk. In the end of the day I wish I could say I won it (I have done it), but that the difficulty of living in a house designed by an architect there are too many places to clean, with never ending projection s and displays. I had to retreat being exhausted and tired, hoping to continue another day.
