After completing a year of working from home this month, I felt that the home needed a little bit of TLC. Various nooks and corners could do with a little sprucing up. So I’ve been working on a number of small home-improvement projects the last two weeks. There were bathroom shelves to put up, paintings to hang, hooks to be affixed to backs of doors and so on.
One of the things that had been bugging me was the meter-box in our entryway. It was a dull white color and that’s about all that could be said about it. I suppose it was meant to be unobtrusive in white. But with wires coming out of one end, and a black meter attached, could it really blend in with the white walls?
I decided to go to the other extreme and paint it in bright colors. This doesn’t do anything to hide the hideous wires and the meter. But I like how it now stands out in all its glory. 😉
No hiding it under a bushel for me. I’m going to let it shine!
I have been reading voraciously since the age of five when I first discovered the joys of reading. I would lap up anything in print. Unrolling an emptied newspaper cone with one hand, stuffing roasted peanuts in my mouth with the other, all the while devouring the printed content on the cone with my eyes, was one of my first experiences in hedonistic pleasure.
In fact, sometimes I feel that I am on an adventurous journey through the secret dreamworld of other people's imaginations, interspersed with occasional visits to my own life to attend events like graduation, first job, marriage, and so on.
As a true-blue reader, I think I am uniquely qualified to comment on and critique other people's works of labour. I can tell exactly what puts the average reader to sleep, what sets their pulse racing, and what has them salivating for more.
Write to me at leenatpandey@gmail.com.
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