Meera's Morning Cleanup
disorganization, Meera,” she said.On Sunday morning, Amma stood at the doorway and sighed. “Your room is full of
disorganizationcrayons slept with her socks, storybooks lay open like sleepy mouths, and her doll floated in a steel bowl from last night’s rasam. The made the room feel noisy, even though it was quiet.Meera looked around. Her
Meera wanted Amma to smile. She took a deep breath and started organizing: crayons in a dabba, socks in the drawer, and books stacked like little buildings. She hummed a film song as she worked.
Soon, the floor appeared, cool and smooth under her toes. Amma walked in with hot dosas and a proud grin.
“This room was full of disorganization in the morning,” she said, “and now it’s ready for a feast!”