The guest

Mr.Husband and I have our own little imperfect world! Where we get up when we want, sleep at our own times, make our own breakfasts, go to work together, spend our free time doing things we like, he doesn't disturb my reading and I don't disturb his video games, we cook proper food less often and don't mind take outs, we clean our house way too much and give each other his/her own space!

 

This doesn't mean we don't like hosting party or having guests. We love having people over and cooking for them. But these people are always (and always) the people we like. So what happens when you have unwanted house guest? I don't think there is an English word which will explain that. The reason for this post is the special house guest we had last week.


I tried so hard to make this person feel at home that I used to get exhausted by the time I got to work. My parents visited us last month. I never made them breakfast in bed or 3 meals a day but I did all that for this person. I compromised with dirty kitchen and messy house. And after all that, this person left without even saying thank you. I hate hate hate such crazy and manner less people. I know I've never written hate post on my blog, but oh well, I had to write this one.

When that person finally left, Mr.Husband started laughing on all the experiences we had in that week. We are ok now and glad that we got our home back. I was so full of emotions when this person left, that I wrote a poem!! 
  
The Guest

Call her an acquaintance, not even a friend
She is very peculiar, say, a different kind of blend.

We always welcomed her, of course with other fun company
But having her spend a week with us, was nothing but uncanny

She won’t say a word, not a single word, even if you pour your heart
She’ll stare in despair, with void on her face, and will not even thwart

We like our castle clean and our cookhouse trim
But all I see is clutter and muddle and a face, that is grim


We see food in the sink and wet towels on the floor
AC on high power and open front door

No reading, no TV, she doesn’t do much
No talking, no thinking, looks bored as such

She talked in tone of complain, we think she hates us
And suddenly insisted return, after all this ruckus

Since she’s gone to her own land now, maybe to her own kind
The castle is suddenly happy n clean and obviously we don’t mind!

What is the take-away of this week, what lesson did we learn
you don’t value your own someone, until you meet worse one


PST 6:24 8:7:12