Suitcases , washing machine & Dishes!

It is very strange but there is a very intimate relationship between suitcases and dishes and dirty clothes. They are all directly proportional to each other.
So very nice if everyday was travel day and every night was a relaxed " feet on the table "  and " order for dinner " night. Yes if wishes were horses then every beggar would ride and ride to eternity. And those who are not beggars also would ride and ride to eternity.

Being an author and promoting the book and smiling for pictures and staying at fancy hotels is all great. Then an extended vacation with family is even greater.
The problem with trips and travel is that they hypnotise you with the relaxation and peacefulness so much , that you get memory lapses about the facts that you have a home and the home has a washing machine and that it even has a kitchen with dirty dishes and magical dust that makes a double entry in your absence.
These memory lapses are very timely. They disappear as soon as it is time for you to pack your dresses and your relaxations and rest into your suitcases and head back home.
Strange how you manage to carry matching scarfs and bags and sandals and even coolers with so much ease. Yes the photos and selfies do look great. It was fun changing your dress twice a day because you had no other work to do.  The best thing about travel and vacations is that the demoniac alarm does not blare into your ears every morning. Anyplace where an alarm bell does not ring in the morning is heaven.
There are lots of strange things. The excitement when you pack each piece of clothing before the travel is so great. Strangely after the travel when we pack the same clothes back into the bag , each piece of cloth looks scary. They also remind you about the hours of washing , drying and folding that is so lovingly waiting for you with a killer smile.
Man is a strange creature and he has selective amnesia so he goes back to window shopping memories  , selfies and kulfies .
The car moves towards home sweet home and the mind starts filling with bitter real bitter realities. Phantoms of dirty clothes flicker in front of your eyes. Suddenly you realise that there is an important person you left behind and came...your maid. You call her immediately and your heart beats stronger with every ring. If she does not pick up its better the car stops at the nearby medical store. But she picks . Thank God . But immediately her usually loud voice turns to a low groan and she slowly mouths those dreaded words...Madam I have the flu , I cant even get up ..I will come after 2 days. You scream , your kids wake up from their sleep and hubby dear brakes for dear life and asks Is the maid on leave ???
Immediately you decide that you dont want to be a writer or travel or go home or breathe . But suddenly your writer brain clicks and you come up with a new plot.
Immediately redial the maid and say with an equally groany voice... I had got some gifts for you, but as you are sick I will give it to my neighbours maid. Silence reigns for a few seconds. Then a reply that is more melodious than a beloveds voice ...Madam I just had my tablets and I already feel better. Let me see, I will come for sometime.
Hehehehe the Devil inside me rejoices as I get the topic for my new blog and also My maid.
Also immediately the dates are set for my next travel as ...Life does go on and good things are not to be sacrificed for lazy maids or dirty suitcases or an extra washing and mopping.
Adieu and much love ,
Sindhu ❤