Ever since we moved, I had been tasked with completing household chores. The umpteen lectures on “responsibility” and “independence” were finally being put into practice. As our new house needed cleaning, and “everyone needed to do their part” (Guess who said THAT☹), I was very unjustly coaxed, convinced, and cajoled into vacuuming with promises of free time soon, which graduated into later, which metamorphosed into the next day, and then I stopped asking altogether.
Vacuuming, tiring albeit fun at first (I had no idea where the genius idea of vacuuming being fun was planted into my mind.), eventually became extremely exhausting, fatiguing, and was no longer something I looked forward to. I’d have a hundred excuses ready, out of which, about 0.000000001% was heeded. The majority fell on deaf ears☹.
AND I PUT SO MUCH CREATIVITY INTO THEM TOO.
Like I did for badminton, I’m sure you all can guess😉.
Badminton | Mili’s Mindscape (miliscape.com)
And then, one fateful day, it arrived.
THE ROBOTIC VACUUM CLEANER.
I named it “Em 2.0,” my Dad named it “Little Wonder”.
I liked my name better😉.
Its actual name was EcoVac, but we proceeded to call it everything except that. It brought so much relief and tranquility into our lives!
In my head, an…interesting conversation of sorts proceeded to occur:
“A robotic-vacuum cleaner?!”
*Screams in joy*
“Wait…am I…rejoicing over a robotic vacuum cleaner…”
“OH MY GOD. I CAN RIDE ON IT!”
“Wait, that’s probably not a very sensible notion…”
“SO, NO MORE VACUUMING FOR ME!”
“Why’s Em staring at me…”
“WHATEVER, I’M GOING TO GO SEE HOW THIS THING WORKS!”
“BYE!”
Somehow, I found it adorable. And it was quite useful indeed! It could mop and vacuum quite thoroughly.
It had the knack of remaining completely silent. IT WOULD VACUUM WITH LITTLE TO NO NOISE. As in, it stealthily appeared from nowhere and we would just glare at it with a sweet smile. The vacuum cleaner we bought earlier, sounded like an aggressive tornado☹.You could go deaf with that contraption. This one would be peacefully doing its job, not bothering the human species, sneaking up like a silent shadow. It would slip under tables, chairs, keep bumping into things like a clumsy child and then return to its charging station with a proud proclamation.
It would go something like:
(Me casually negotiating with my mum on what we should have for dinner(AS USUAL))
(Em busy badgering me to play and run and do everything else in the universe(AND THE ONE THING SHE CAN’T DO IS FALL SILENT. WHAT I WOULD GIVE FOR SOME PEACE…)
(Me turning back to go back to my room)
(I’m met with…THE ROBOT)
(I let out a dramatically exaggerated yell, frightening my mum, making Em squeal in laughter, making my dad jump out of his skin and leading to me tripping over the robot as I didn’t pay attention to where I was walking.)
(Everyone glaring at me with exasperated looks as I nurse my injured foot.)
(Em running after the robot, flapping her arms, and quacking like a duck.)
(Me staring at Em, not being able to fathom how people say we’re alike.)
WELL!
Eventually, I became used to the surprise attacks…
THE LITTLE WONDER IS ADORABLE AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME TO SAY OTHERWISE.
Except for the fact that it keeps trying to vacuum my slippers…
☹
WAIT, WHERE DID MY SLIPPERS GO-
Signing off…