Narrate an experience in which you learnt to keep Your house neat and tidy (150 words
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Answer:
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Explanation:
- The day I cleaned my room
My mom is always telling me about what a mess my room is. My books are everywhere except where they should be, my clothes are strewn around and there is always a half-eaten biscuit/fruit or a splash of fruit juice on the floor.
My bedcover is always crumpled and the covers are missing from the pillows. The bed itself is hidden underneath all sorts of junk. The room is taken over by tiny life forms, such as cockroaches, spiders and bugs. I don’t mind them a bit, but everyone avoids my room because of them.
One day, tired of tripping over things and having to search for my bed every night, I decided to clean it. I scooped some things from the floor and dumped them on the bed. I would clear it up later. I tried to scrape off something yucky from the sofa, but it was very stubborn. I realised that I would have to scrub the sofa with soapy water.
I went to the terrace and filled a tub with water. I added washing powder and lifted it. BANG! It almost fell on my foot! I was reduced to dragging it all the way to the bedroom. Then I went to find a suitable brush for scrubbing.
When I came back, the whole floor was wet. My dragging seemed to have caused a crack in the tub, and all the soapy water had leaked out, thoroughly soaking the things on the floor, which, by the way, were many. I grabbed a blouse and frantically tried to stop the leakage. My blouse was soaked in a second. I desperately lifted the tub again, this time to drop it hard on my toe. Hopping on one foot, I dragged it back to the terrace. Trails of soapy water were left behind. Slipping and slithering over them I went back to my room.
I pulled the bed sheet, and trillions of things tumbled town from the bed onto the floor. I sorted out all the clothes and threw them in my closet. To my intense frustration, the door of the closet wouldn’t close. I took a belt and tied up the closet by the handle. It would be a long time before I’d open it again.
I turned back to the junk piled all around me. I found an old battered alarm clock and threw it unceremoniously in the wastepaper basket. After disposing some broken decoration pieces and toys, I discovered another small hidden pile of clothes. Infuriated, I untied the belt and opened the closet. All its contents avalanched onto my feet.
After I had shut the closet doors again, I sorted out pieces of paper and old notebooks from the pile. Scooping them up, I went to my brother’s room and dumped them on his bed. I valiantly probed into the steadily shrinking mountain of trash in my room. I plunged my hand deeper and felt something soft and mushy. After wrenching my hand free, I found I was holding a green, mouldy burger. When did I last eat a burger? I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t decide what to do with it so I stuffed it under the duvet in my mom’s bedroom.