So my mother called me that she is coming with one lost..long-time-no-news (wali) aunt from abroad with her husband.
And I did what I have to do…I did dusting…clean carpet…the spotless bed sheet…television’s remote on its hanger…books on shelf…and fresh flowers in the kitchen…beloved husband in his clean…pressed clothes...all the wall clocks displaying same time…
hmm…but who knows...I had a piece of lint.
A lint that moves from one place to another.
By unseen hands.
I even tested this on three occasions.
The lint was battered and quite big enough to be noticed by my mother.
The first time I found it was on the purple rug which lies on my bedroom carpet.
I bent down and picked it up…not taking much notice of it and throw it in the open mouthed silver dustbin which stands at the foot of my bed.
There is no other object in the dustbin…apart from the lint.
A few hours later I returned to the bedroom…barefoot.
I felt something rigid beneath my foot and once more bent down to investigate the offending object.
It was the lint.
The same lint.
I thought...hmmm..."Interesting…a message perhaps." I picked up the lint and placed it this time...in one of the dressing table drawers.
A little disappointed...it stayed in the drawer for two hours and I was tempted to move it elsewhere…as no body knows mother would by the way open the drawer and will be curious/furious to find this particular lint.
But just as I was going to go ahead in my quest....the phone rang and I became sidetracked.
The phone call took me to the kitchen at the other side of the house.
Moving on to do something else…I forgot about the mysterious lint until later that evening.
As I was about to pull back the duvet to make space to let my aunt slip under it…all of us noticed it.
On my bed.
The same lint.
My aunt smiled and put the lint on the side table by my bed. It was there to remind me that I should be more careful with my cleaning and dusting.
By the night when my guest were gone the lint has moved again.
To where...I have no idea....I have searched around and under my bed to no avail.
It will likely be the case that when I am looking for something else...perhaps even in another part of the house....the lint will reappear.
It is amazing what you can find when you are not looking.
I wonder...hmm....does this happen to you?