The Room





I stepped inside the room and stumbled upon something.

In the darkness I somehow managed to switch on the lights and found that I had stumbled upon a pair of crocs. ย I suddenly remembered how Mom would have pinched me on my ears if ever she was the one who stumbled upon my pair of shoes.

Don't miss the one-eyed croc!

Don’t miss the one-eyed croc, which Lil Love says is winking. ๐Ÿ˜€

Look sideways and you can see a rack stuffed with books, toys, CDs and everything except Mom-Dad. Next to it is something that is supposed to be a computer table, but the computer is covered under a pile of clothes and the printer now acts as a stand for books and our iron box. Back in my childhood, we only had a slab near the window to be used as our study table, stack up our books and other ‘valuable’ items. Why do I hear Mom saying, “Thank God for no study table for my kids!”?


The wardrobe door is open and a fresh pile of ironed clothes is lying on the floor and inside it clothes are stuffed randomly. I remember how we only used to get two pairs of dresses in a year and how Mom used to buy large-sized clothes. She always believed in fiver-year plans. Side-affects of being a Government employee. Even those two pairs were not supposed to be worn regularly. They had to be kept safe for our annual travel to my hometown Kerala.

As I stack up the clothes back and close the doors, I see that it is adorned with cartoon characters of all sizes and ages.


In one corner of the room is kept a laundry basket which I had provided to be used as a toy basket. Surprisingly except for the Doraemon who sits proudly on top of it there’s no overflowing of toys. I’m shocked. As a child, the only toy I had was a Boeing 747 brought by Dad’s boss as he mistook me for a boy. The other toys include a few pebbles, dried up leaves, stamps, greeting cards and Dad’s letters. I value them so much that I still have all of them in my wardrobe at Mom-Dad’s place. ๐Ÿ™‚


And finally I find in the middle of the room two cute little beings, the occupants of the room, sleeping peacefully as they still have two more days for their school to reopen. No. No. They weren’t sleeping alone, there’s a crowd that joins them on the bed almost every night, depending on whom they have become friends with and whom they have fought with. Since Doraemon is sitting on the toy basket, I guess the fight last night was with him. Cuddling them are Winnie the Pooh, Bunny, Froggy, Goofy, Sonu, the little boy Lil Love is holding tight, Teddy, the Bear and my friend Ganesha is lying on Anu’s face.

Though like any normal human being, my mind is telling me to start yelling and throwing everything out of the madness thinking about cleaning up the room, my heart tells me that I couldn’t have woken up to a better day. This I can say for sure because I see my parents sitting alone in their neat, organised and well-managed house waiting for our kids to go and clutter. My Dad, who is a cleanliness freak, did not allow Mom to clean up theย rangoli made by Anu on their floor with acrylic colors for over a month.

Let’s learn to value the unseen in the cluttered moments rather than being busy cleaning and organizing, missing the little moments and acts from our little ones. As Mom says,

“Treasure each moment of their childhood, their tantrums, their madness, even while you fight it out to discipline them. These will be all that you have to cherish, to remember and smile when these little birdies will fly away to their destinations only to come back as guests once in a while.”

I leave you all with this beautiful sign from UK. Enjoy! ๐Ÿ™‚

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This post is part of theย WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Promptsย program where the aim is to post at least once a day based on the prompts that they have provided.ย Todayโ€™s prompt is,ย โ€œClean slate:ย Explore the room youโ€™re in as if youโ€™re seeing it for the firstย time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?โ€ย 

The authorย Rekha Dhyaniย is one of the contributors to theย We Post Dailyย and blogs regularly atย Dew Drops. She also shares her lucky clicks atย The Crystal Trance.ย 

49 Replies to “The Room”

  1. *clap clap clap* ! Rekha – Do you hear that? That’s the sound of standing ovation. Lovely post and could it be anything but a parenting related one. Loved every bit of the memory and comparison. Brilliant ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Thank you, Jas! And yes, our lives have become so busy that we tend to miss out on the little things that will make us happy. Time to pause and reflect. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. I was much better organised than my kids are. May be because of scarcity of things and the realization that our mom was handling us alone. Thanks for reading. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Totally agree with the sign. I like my clutter. Not sure if I could live in a completely organised and sterile house. It just wouldn’t be home. Enjoyed your post.

    1. “Not sure if I could live in a completely organised and sterile house. It just wouldnโ€™t be home.”
      You echoed my thoughts Suzy! Thank you for reading. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Rekha lovely post! I could imagine both the cuties sleeping peacefully with a smile on their faces! “value the unseen in the cluttered moments” so beautifully said!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. I just loved this one. Back in Kerala, my room looked exactly the same. One side with loads of books on study table, and other side a computer table dumped with cds,gadgets, records and what not. An organ as my doll stand… and a chair loaded with clothes. My mom could get a nervous breakdown every time she steps into my world. Ohh!! How I miss that messy room of mine!!! You made me remember all those… thanks for that! โค

    1. Ha ha ha…Susan, I understand why you loved this one so much. I also understand what your Mom would have experienced when she got into your room. Wait for a few more years and trust me you’ll come up with a post sympathizing with your mom. ๐Ÿ˜€ Enjoy your time till then. ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Very sweet! and yes this is the phase of life where they bring madness into the world only to find a path that they might choose to tread as they step into the next phase.

  6. Rekha your kids are doing a fabulous job of growing up. And I can safely say this because I had a similar pattern and you know how awesome I turned out to be ๐Ÿ˜€ On a more serious note, allowing kids the freedom to be is what draws them to a healthier set of values or so I believe..


    1. Ha ha ha…Richa, you’re a sweetheart. ๐Ÿ˜€ And yeah, you indeed turned out to be really awesome. I wish the girls too grow up to be independent, chirpy and just as awesome as you are. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Same with my husband. He can find things easily when they’re left in the cluttered manner that he does. A little bit of cleaning up of his desk, irks him badly.

    1. Thanks Rajesh for dropping by! The craziness does irritate me many a times, but then a little while later when I cool down, I go and join their bandwagon. It’s fun to be a kid with kids. All depends on the mood. ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. I just went into my son’s room. I spotted similar, if not the same, things. Are you my long lost twin? Or your girls my boy’s siblings? ๐Ÿ˜€
    Lovely post!

  8. Yet again you manage to weave poetry with simple words, simple emotions which are heartwarming and never fail to bring a smile to my face whenever I read them. The fact that you are able to chronicle such simple moments of yours and your daughters’ lives so poetically yet so easily speaks volumes for the kind of writer you are Rekha.

    Loved the post, and am sure your girls will grow up to be as clean and tidy as you are, if not more ๐Ÿ˜€

  9. Humour covered it all. Who else would dare to post all such pictures on their blog. I have been hesitating to include room pictures just because of the clutter..
    And the last para filled my eyes.. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ so true na..

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