This pic is from our pre-Diwali cleaning this year. I have a 4-year old (Zivah) who is eager to help (read: have fun) at any opportunity.
While I was about to begin cleaning the fans, she came on and forced her help!
Can I help you?
Now you might think it’s just a kind soul offering to help her poor daddy, but it actually meant if you don’t let me clean the fan, I will repeat ‘can I help you’ 800 times in the next half hour.
I knew the game. So, I promised to take help with the last fan. And, after I cleaned up three fans and went to the fourth, I got her on my shoulders and gave her the now-dirty cloth... and while she was helping me out, I screamed for real help five minutes later!
My story is not about a kid cleaning up a fan using a dirty cloth.
It's about the other end of the cloth... that was pretty dirty... hanging loose... and was constantly rubbing against my face!! I tasted fan dirt the next few minutes... until I screamed for the torture to stop. Yum, not!
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Note to Self: The above post was written by me during the STORYPIC contest in IBM LD team in December'20. The requirement was to post a picture related to festivities and tell the story behind it in less than 300 words.
With 21 democratic votes, I won the first prize! I won 250 BluePoints that translated to about 1500 INR/-. A win should be etched somewhere as a memory :)