My utensils in the sink....miss me all the time...

A woman has most of the time of her life, spent in the kitchen cooking lovely meals ... breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner. Unexpected cravings,unforseen visitors, she serves them to her family and guests, with great interest and affection. Through the day every thereafter comes the time when a huge pile of used dirty utensils with food leftovers tends to glare at her "please come and clean, we're left for the day madam". This is what the deluge of undone messy utensils say

Tucking the edge of the saree around her waist the woman is all set for the mission to clean utensils

Barely the woman sits wiping her sweat and the water that drenched her during her tussle with the paraphernalia, the sink is full already up with the steel, glass, plastic appliances

The woman again toils to free off herself from the clutches of the recurrent scrubbing, washing, and cleaning this household stuff.

Magical utensils, multiplying in numbers though the count still remains the same. These home goods reincarnate every now and then.

Then comes the wiping, drying, and assembling part of the whole process.

This vicious cycle never ends, never terminates. These steel vessels love the sink and miss me many times a day. On daily basis without fail, so regular and punctual are these with a remarkably strong network these utensils that they never go on a weekly off nor do they let the woman get away from their strong grip...

Every woman can say unhesitatingly "My utensils in the sink, miss me all the time".