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Home hacks I swear by every monsoon

Monsoon is a beautiful season. It is poetic, romantic, dreamy and just lovely. However, it monsoon also means dampness, moisture, mud, and leaks. Muddy footprints in the house is an unavoidable issue. It also brings with it a lot of infections and mosquitoes. That’s why It becomes essential to take care of health, hygiene, and sanitation in and around the house.

Here are some tips which I follow every year to make my house ready before monsoons in order to prevent mosquitoes and diseases.

1. Timely repair of taps and pipes

I keep a check on all the pipes and get them repaired in time to avoid any water seepage or water accumulation at any place around the house. Also, the place where water purifiers are installed generally remains damp and moist. It is a must to keep it dry and clean during this season.

2. Dark areas

It becomes a must before the onset of monsoons to spot all the dark areas of the house and get them cleaned regularly. Areas that are underneath the sink especially become a breeding ground for mosquitoes and germs during this season. Every night I clean these places and spray mosquito repellents or a disinfectant liquid in this place.

3. Sewage

It is extremely important to de-clog the sewages regularly. Even if the sewage is not clogged, I put de-clog and drain cleaning powders regularly during monsoons. It prevents mosquitoes and cockroaches from entering the house.

4. Declutter is a must

It is very important to declutter and organise the house especially kitchen before monsoons. The unused items lying around the house often clutter the house and become the breeding ground of mosquitoes and spread infections.

Also, organise the house and kitchen in such a way that every member should be able to access the things easily.

5. Care for the closets

It is useful to put some neem leaves or cloves in the between the clothes in the cupboards to keep the silverfish at bay and keep them fresh.

6. Roll away those carpets

If you have carpets in the house, it is better to roll them away during monsoons. It is a very common sight to have wet feet and shoes in the house, carpets become damp with wet feet and do not dry easily during this season. It becomes difficult to maintain hygiene with carpets around during rains as they can house germs.

7. Keep an antiseptic liquid handy

It is important to keep hygiene essentials like antiseptic liquid and a liquid handwash at an easily accessible place and ensure that everyone uses it at least once after coming from outside and especially after getting caught in the rains. Cuts and bruises are not uncommon, so for that, I keep a bottle of antiseptic liquid handy since the chances of infections are very high in this season.

8. Checking the doors and windows

It is always better to keep the doors and windows tightly shut and see that the rainwater does not come inside from beneath the doors. For this, one can get a rubber strip fixed at the bottom of the door which would keep rainwater away.

9. Change and wash upholstery

I wash the curtains with Antiseptic liquid before the monsoons because these catch a lot of dust and do not dry easily during the rainy season. It is advisable to either change them and opt for light colours and wash them before the onset of monsoons to keep a check on mosquitoes.

10. Throw away unwanted shoes

Shoes if lying unused for some time, start catching fungus due to dampness. It is better to get rid of them before monsoons and clean and wash those which are being used regularly. Also, whenever possible keep them under the sun to ensure there is no moisture in them.

11. Regular cleaning of dustbins

It is always better to change the dustbins or clean and dry them properly. Also, if possible to use dustbin bags for proper disposal of garbage.

12. Door knobs and handles

I remember when my father was discharged from hospital last year, doctors especially advised us to clean the switchboards, door knobs and handles with a good surface cleaner like Dettol. These are touched by everybody especially the maids and have a lot of germs in them. To avoid the spread of germs in the house, it is important to clean them every day.

I follow these tips to take care of the health and hygiene for my family. Let me know your tips and hacks for monsoons too in the comment box.

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#BAR-A-THON 2018 Day 1 :One too many

“Nandita, you just have to do it once. Look at the amount he is paying. You’ll be able to buy the dress you want for Aman’s party.” Nandita gave into Renuka’s suggestion.

That ‘one time’ was followed by many for she wanted the lifestyle of her friends.

The first time she felt ‘dirty’ but soon got used to it until one day she found that she was pregnant.

What about her ‘boards’? What about her parents? What if everyone found out? How about her school?

The next morning, she was found hanging from the ceiling fan of her room.

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Open 24 Hours

Ronit entered the pub named Open 24 Hours, with his group of friends. They were all there to celebrate Mohit’s birthday. They ordered their drinks and went to the dance floor. After a couple of hours, Ronit went to the washroom, when he came out of the washroom, his eyes caught a girl outside the girl’s washroom, holding her high-heeled sandals in one of her hands. She was trying to make a call but was facing some network issues. She looked worried.

Ronit went to her and asked, “Would you like to use my phone? I might be a stranger to you but if you don’t mind you can use my phone. You can delete the number from the caller’s list if you want.

Hesitatingly, she took the phone and dialled a number.

“Mom, the party is going to be over soon. I will be back in an hour. Don’t worry about me. I am fine. Bye.”

She gave the phone back to him.

“My name is Raima. I am here with my friends. I was trying to call my mom to tell her that I am okay. Thanks for the help.” She said in a friendly voice.

“I am Ronit. That’s okay. I am here with my friends too. Are you going inside?”

“No, I want to stay outside for a while. Do you mind joining me?” Raima asked him.

“Umm, okay,” Ronit replied.

Just then Raima’s phone rang and she answered. She told him that it was her friend who was looking for her and asking to go home. She excused herself and went towards the exit door.

After a while, Ronit went inside and joined his friends who were still on the dance floor.

The next day, Ronit was sitting in his office but was not able to focus on his work. His thoughts were still occupied by the events of last night. He wasn’t able to get Raima out of his mind. Maybe it was love at first sight!

The week spent as usual in his office. The following weekend he thought of visiting the pub again. He spoke to his friends and they decided to go to the same pub again.

Ronit was hoping to see Raima again there. His eyes were looking for her while his friends were enjoying themselves on the floor. Feeling restless he went out to the terrace where they had met last weekend. Luckily, he spotted her. She was standing with her back towards him. Initially, he thought that she might be someone else. As he moved further, he was sure she was Raima.

“Hi, so we meet again!” Ronit called out to her.

Raima was startled to see him but greeted him with a smile.

“Ya, this is one of our favourites. We come here every weekend. What about you?” Ronit told her.

“I come here often too. My friend brings me here. Though I don’t like it much. It is only because of my friend that I come here. Her parents won’t let her come otherwise.”

They spoke to each other for some time after which she said, “Ronit, can I ask you for a favour. It’s getting too late and my mom is waiting for me at home. I will tell my friends that I am going home. They won’t mind.”

They left the pub in Ronit’s car. She told him that her father had expired many years back and she was the only child of her parents. She and her mother lived in an apartment nearby.

Ronit dropped Raima outside her apartments. She gave him her number and told him which apartment she lived in. Ronit thought that she liked him too.

Two days later, Ronit was passing by the same apartments. He thought of going to her house and meeting her. Maybe he would be able to meet her.

He rang the bell of her house. A woman opened the door.

“Hello, aunty. Is Raima there? I am her friend. I would like to meet her.” Ronit asked the woman with a smile.

“Raima?” asked the woman surprisingly.

“Come inside.” She said.

In the drawing-room, there was a big picture of Raima with a garland.

Ronit was shocked. Before he could speak, the woman spoke to him, “that’s my daughter, Raima. She died last year in an accident. Her body was found outside the Pub called Open 24 Hours. She had gone there with her friends. They say that she fell down from the terrace being highly drunk. But I know she wasn’t drunk that night. She had called me just before the time of her death to tell me that she was fine and will be back in an hour for the party was about to get over. I still don’t know what happened that night.” Raima’s mother told him.

Ronit did not know what to think or to say. The memories of those two nights…the call that she made on his phone… I will be back in an hour… the party is about to get over…I am fine…

Ronit left the place without saying anything.

He sat in the car and started not knowing where he was going.

“Hi Ronit, looking for me?”

Ronit looked on his left and saw Raima sitting in the car. Suddenly, he lost the control of the steering wheel.

The crowd gathered and policemen arrived outside Open 24 Hours and took out the body of Ronit from the car.

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This post is written as an enrty for Day 7 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018.

The prompt which I have used today is the picture prompt used in the featured image of the post.

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The Wedding Vows

The wedding ceremonies of Avinash and Avantika were taking place. Past midnight, everyone assembled at the pavilion for the saatphere (the wedding vows). Their friends and relatives were cracking jokes, their parents tired but happy since everything was going well. The seventh phera was about to start when suddenly Avinash’s father got a stroke and fainted.

“Dad!” Avinash and his sisters cried together. The garland and turban flew in the air as he ran to help his father. They immediately took his father in a car and rushed to the hospital.

The shock made Avantika’s mother faint. Avinash’s father was critical. His sisters declared that they would not bring the bride home without their father.

At the pavilion, Avantika refused to move from her place by saying, she will not leave the place without Avinash…

The Terrible Twos

This post is written for Day 4 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018.

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Your Name is Destiny, For Destiny is in Your Own Hands

“Our fate lives within us. You only have to be brave enough to see it.” – Brave
“Ma, see my appointment letter. They have appointed me as the customer care manager in the hotel. It’s all because of you ma.” Mrs Shekhawat was patiently listening to Niyati who was ranting about her interview details.
It was the same Niyati whom she had met fifteen years back in the village of Orissa where she was working as a social activist for the cause of poor and uneducated children. Mrs Shekhawat had very tough time in persuading her father to send her to the school established by her.
Little Niyati would often come to the school in her father’s absence. She knew what her father would do to her when he came to know about her escapades.
Once when Niyati did not come to school for many days, she went to her house to ask about her. Niyati’s father fought with her and asked her to go away. But she could not leave after she saw the sick and feeble Niyati. She almost looked half dead.

“Ma, ma! What are you thinking? Ma, I want to tell you something,” Mrs Shekhawat’s stream of thoughts was suddenly broken.

“Adi has proposed me Ma!” she paused for a while.
“That’s great Niyati. What did you say?” asked Mrs Shekhawat.

“I don’t know, ma. I don’t want to marry yet. Rather, I don’t want to marry ever.”

“Niyati, this could not be you. From when did you start saying no to life? You have always been a fighter. How can you say no when happiness is ready to embrace you? Past is dead and gone. You are the creator of your own destiny.”

“No, ma…it was all because of you.”
“No, Niyati. It was you. You yourself chose to come out of those miseries. Now, go ahead and embrace love and life with the same spirit. Create your own destiny now as you did then. Remember how you would come to the school despite the warnings of your father.”
The memory of that day was still fresh in her mind. Mrs Shekhawat had come to her house to ask for her. Her father had fought with her. Niyati gathered all her strength to go and meet her. For she knew, it was her last chance. She was barely able to walk after the cruelty of her father. Her father had come to know that she went to Mrs Shekhawat’s school in his absence. He had not only beaten her up with sticks but also forced himself upon her at night to teach her a lesson. Her mother had no courage to say anything in front of his father.
Niyati had clung to Mrs Shekhawat and cried her heart out. She told her about all her miseries and pleaded her to take her along.
Mrs Shekhawat paid five thousand rupees to her father and bought her freedom.

Your Name is Destiny, For Destiny is in Your Own Hands

This post is written as Day 3 entry for the Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2018.

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