House cleaning

Cleaning the household is indeed a chore of the hygienic family. A humble and fresh man does understand that self service cleaning in the home is for sure a immasculate exercise to keep healthy homes and benefit family members. After all, doing the cleaning service by self initiative is a measure of maturity, independent and prudence. The appreciation of sparking clean home is a joy for the family, in home living and family activities. This is especially essential for the children, for a good and clean nature induces that special heavenly smile in their being.

Today was a time for service. I assisted my father to polish our verandah floor tiles, and the work is a tedious yet important task to keep the rest of our family in good health. The work causes me to feel the reality of a servant, while my mind thought of the humble values and maturity of Billionaires like Warren Buffet and Sam Walton, who also does home maintenance service on top of their admirable stature as affluence wealth magnets and influential man. Towards this ideal, I realise that the measure of a man is in his service, and being diligent in home duty is a pretence for the serviceable in garnering wealth. Well, in other words, being rich and still labouring for the basic cleanup is a measure of quality in the value of maturity. My father may soon be a self supported company director, though his love for family is seen in his display for home cleanliness service.

I feel good helping my father, and indeed, a good service rendered is a flow of grace for our family, and seeing them in the greens of their health is the reward truely. Hardwork is worth the effort, and I feel happy that home improvement has been done, for the next schedule verandah cleanup is a few months from now.

The family today, after a rewarding effort, decided to celebrate a quiet time with grandma as the honourable guest. We felt authentic recompense in the hand washing ceremony that the Indian adherently uphold to, and a smile of gladness is on my face. Food was good, the ambience was nice, and we felt happy in the restaurant called Kashmir, a place of beauty that holds a tear of emotion in some men. We felt very fortunate, and I was thankful to be in the restaurant, albeit a mild paradise I feel, while the form was most comforting. After the meal, we decided to return home, and I rested along the journey in memorable love.