That proud feeling

It took time to arrive at a choice.

The mind dithered between
the plastic ones,
the spongy ones,
the brightly advertised ones,
those sporting a handle and
alien like shiny scrubbers
going by the name, steel wool.

The clamour of vessels grew louder.
They needed a wash.
Oh well! I was in a hurry.

Scrub, scrub!
They smiled proudly,
looking sparkling clean.



The many pieces of coconut pith
lying discarded nearby
smiled benignly.


They had reason to do so.
Just a matter of regaining  lost glory
in the kitchen.🌞


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