I am stuck as Alice, having all the adventures in a Wonderland.
It was one of those days, when I had to use my mom's wash-room for shampooing my head, I lifted this pink bucket & kept it on the pot, that was quite near to the wash-basin, where I was to rinse my hair thoroughly, without much of an effort & time consuming, running inches away with the mug to fill it with water to & fro & once you are all soapy & bubbled-up, there is almost nothing that you could see though, seldom with itching eyes, that makes everything else blur for that moment & I did not wanted to end up hurting my eyes with soap at all & at the same time i did not wanted to flood the whole surrounding, & then having to make an effort of sweeping it through & through.
I had almost reached this water-filled mug trying to dampen my hair & then as I was about to bend to fill the mug again from the bucket, the bucket slipped down from the pot, & the effort that it had took to fill the bucket at the first place, drained along the 90% of the water, despite i tried to wash my hair with what was left. I managed it somehow. & immediately after that, I could feel pressure being built in my stomach & did not wanted to break into an fecal incontinence of inconvenience sorts, hurting down my anthropomorphic eggs, so I placed myself on the pot...sigh!.
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a Pot' Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, just before the Nature Call" - "Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There"
Sitting on the pot, I opened the tap, so as to fill in the bucket with water, to wash myself after I was done. i was still in the process of evacuating the fecal matter & i couldn't help noticing that the bucket was not being filled with the speed it used to as usual so I adjusted the bucket properly under the tap, but to no avail & I could literally still could not find out reason as to why the bucket was not being filled with water, Later realizing that the floor seemed to be all watery. Constipated irony as it seemed, that too one after the other, holding myself up, reaching out to switch on the light & wearing spectacles, that I had kept aside before washing my hair, on a lookout for the problem that might possibly be. Everything seems to fall apart when you try harder to make things work, specially multitasking around. Now the spectacle windshields were all moisturized with water & blur, trying to take one end of the towel that hung in there, & holding on to the spectacles with other. They were sparkling clean now & so as I magnified those, eyes open wide, looking out to the whereabouts of this water being invisibly lost, in my attempt to pick-up the bucket & to my surprise, all I had was the handle in my hand & the bucket stayed grounded. Now, as I lifted up the bucket with its love handles, I realized that, there were these tiny unnoticeable cracks, that were gushing the water out.
I had these two white buckets in my other wash-room, now one of these white buckets have the pink one placed inside it. The white-twin bucket's had been staying together for quite a long time now, but guess they needed space from each other, likewise the pink one now to have the company of the white one, happily sitting on its lap. As If: " The pink-bucket was like a mother who needed utmost caring now, with white bucket as it's child who hugged the pink one in his lap & stood there, filled with water(joy & love), with the pink mug that happily have found a new inmate by now.
My mother's pink bucket, which no matter what, couldn't have holded on to herself anymore & instead of having to do away with it, I had it kept in the washroom being hugged by the white one along with the pink mug"
"Realizations come at odd times, and in oddest of circumstances & emotions have no boundaries" - "Life, what is it but a dream?"- Anonymous
It was one of those days, when I had to use my mom's wash-room for shampooing my head, I lifted this pink bucket & kept it on the pot, that was quite near to the wash-basin, where I was to rinse my hair thoroughly, without much of an effort & time consuming, running inches away with the mug to fill it with water to & fro & once you are all soapy & bubbled-up, there is almost nothing that you could see though, seldom with itching eyes, that makes everything else blur for that moment & I did not wanted to end up hurting my eyes with soap at all & at the same time i did not wanted to flood the whole surrounding, & then having to make an effort of sweeping it through & through.
I had almost reached this water-filled mug trying to dampen my hair & then as I was about to bend to fill the mug again from the bucket, the bucket slipped down from the pot, & the effort that it had took to fill the bucket at the first place, drained along the 90% of the water, despite i tried to wash my hair with what was left. I managed it somehow. & immediately after that, I could feel pressure being built in my stomach & did not wanted to break into an fecal incontinence of inconvenience sorts, hurting down my anthropomorphic eggs, so I placed myself on the pot...sigh!.
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a Pot' Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, just before the Nature Call" - "Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There"
Sitting on the pot, I opened the tap, so as to fill in the bucket with water, to wash myself after I was done. i was still in the process of evacuating the fecal matter & i couldn't help noticing that the bucket was not being filled with the speed it used to as usual so I adjusted the bucket properly under the tap, but to no avail & I could literally still could not find out reason as to why the bucket was not being filled with water, Later realizing that the floor seemed to be all watery. Constipated irony as it seemed, that too one after the other, holding myself up, reaching out to switch on the light & wearing spectacles, that I had kept aside before washing my hair, on a lookout for the problem that might possibly be. Everything seems to fall apart when you try harder to make things work, specially multitasking around. Now the spectacle windshields were all moisturized with water & blur, trying to take one end of the towel that hung in there, & holding on to the spectacles with other. They were sparkling clean now & so as I magnified those, eyes open wide, looking out to the whereabouts of this water being invisibly lost, in my attempt to pick-up the bucket & to my surprise, all I had was the handle in my hand & the bucket stayed grounded. Now, as I lifted up the bucket with its love handles, I realized that, there were these tiny unnoticeable cracks, that were gushing the water out.
I had these two white buckets in my other wash-room, now one of these white buckets have the pink one placed inside it. The white-twin bucket's had been staying together for quite a long time now, but guess they needed space from each other, likewise the pink one now to have the company of the white one, happily sitting on its lap. As If: " The pink-bucket was like a mother who needed utmost caring now, with white bucket as it's child who hugged the pink one in his lap & stood there, filled with water(joy & love), with the pink mug that happily have found a new inmate by now.
My mother's pink bucket, which no matter what, couldn't have holded on to herself anymore & instead of having to do away with it, I had it kept in the washroom being hugged by the white one along with the pink mug"
"Realizations come at odd times, and in oddest of circumstances & emotions have no boundaries" - "Life, what is it but a dream?"- Anonymous
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