One Sunday in national capital was historic
One Sunday in the national capital was historic as i was amidst an exercise to clear a room that had collections old enough to lose sheen of being therapeutic. Faced with an uphill task to clear the papers and other disposable articles, it was a race against time as room had old papers/bags of Cambodia and other countries comprising Asia. The first intervention by me was not welcome but soon after taking bath most of those residing decided this task had to be completed by threesome. Third person happenned to be me who on that day was free to a fair degree. Old papers were collected and released in a gunny bag. There were a series of articles on the years/decades gone by and it was better to release them in a gunny bag as this is the prevailing fad. Letterheads too were dispensed with after carefully tearing them apart. There were old fans and old magazines that had lost their novelty which too had to be dispensed with given the space it was taking and by no means looking fit. Search was on for articles which could be preserved for a while apart from photos that showed the synergy we shared that had eluded places like Kyoto.
As for writing pads which could be utilised were retained and those beyond redemption were sent to disposable fame. It was an exercise that picked up speed just before noon and by half past four in the evening we had cleared much of the room and it began to look fresh with a new tune.
With gunny bag as big as those brought by scrap paper dealer, the numbers were over four. In fact just after two we had begun to give calls to scrapwallah who seem to suggest that he would approach us once he has finished his lunch and taken the rest. Calls were being made every half an hour to make him realise the import of the exercise and he should collect the scrap paper was our sole advice. When the scrap man came, alone was his arrival and after five and we hoped he won't be shy. He duly filled all the scrap papers in the gunny bag along with heavy books that rotated at one time as telephone directory and answering your A to Z query. When we requested him to take some more scrap, he seem interested as his cycle had no room to get adjusted. In all he carried five gunny bags and probably would have reached his shop without paying any street tax. Nothing is known on the kilo the scrap weighed and what weighed in his mind all we can say was he was kind. This scrapwallah looked comparatively fresh as on a previous occasion he looked tired and twisted. As for me, the entire day i refrained from taking bath and only in the late evening i took oodles of water on my face and hair as it needed this fare. Late evening i had my share of meals and late in the night with physical exertion enough sleep was kind to me and those who cleared the old disposable hub.
If Sunday was exhausting the other day when i went to INA market in Delhi led to my options getting exhausted.
One Sunday in the national capital was historic as i was amidst an exercise to clear a room that had collections old enough to lose sheen of being therapeutic. Faced with an uphill task to clear the papers and other disposable articles, it was a race against time as room had old papers/bags of Cambodia and other countries comprising Asia. The first intervention by me was not welcome but soon after taking bath most of those residing decided this task had to be completed by threesome. Third person happenned to be me who on that day was free to a fair degree. Old papers were collected and released in a gunny bag. There were a series of articles on the years/decades gone by and it was better to release them in a gunny bag as this is the prevailing fad. Letterheads too were dispensed with after carefully tearing them apart. There were old fans and old magazines that had lost their novelty which too had to be dispensed with given the space it was taking and by no means looking fit. Search was on for articles which could be preserved for a while apart from photos that showed the synergy we shared that had eluded places like Kyoto.
As for writing pads which could be utilised were retained and those beyond redemption were sent to disposable fame. It was an exercise that picked up speed just before noon and by half past four in the evening we had cleared much of the room and it began to look fresh with a new tune.
With gunny bag as big as those brought by scrap paper dealer, the numbers were over four. In fact just after two we had begun to give calls to scrapwallah who seem to suggest that he would approach us once he has finished his lunch and taken the rest. Calls were being made every half an hour to make him realise the import of the exercise and he should collect the scrap paper was our sole advice. When the scrap man came, alone was his arrival and after five and we hoped he won't be shy. He duly filled all the scrap papers in the gunny bag along with heavy books that rotated at one time as telephone directory and answering your A to Z query. When we requested him to take some more scrap, he seem interested as his cycle had no room to get adjusted. In all he carried five gunny bags and probably would have reached his shop without paying any street tax. Nothing is known on the kilo the scrap weighed and what weighed in his mind all we can say was he was kind. This scrapwallah looked comparatively fresh as on a previous occasion he looked tired and twisted. As for me, the entire day i refrained from taking bath and only in the late evening i took oodles of water on my face and hair as it needed this fare. Late evening i had my share of meals and late in the night with physical exertion enough sleep was kind to me and those who cleared the old disposable hub.
If Sunday was exhausting the other day when i went to INA market in Delhi led to my options getting exhausted.
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