i returned to a spring-cleaned home.. a spring-cleaned room.. spic-and-span.. with a straight bed, and my welcoming bacha-buchis.. all with their arms open.. it was gleaming.. with a shine.. a joy.. a hope.. and a reassurance.. that its a sweet home-coming.. and the tears can be taken care of..
but it was "apparently".. 'coz, inside the cupboard was the mess.. a physical mess.. not the mess of clothes.. no.. they were all neatly arranged in proper stacks.. it was the mess caused by the ugliness of a certain remnant.. another classic case (this time of a material thing) of "being proposed and couldn't dispose.. but not anymore, 'coz, ugliness has no space with me.. and getting rid of it, the cupboard seems alive.. once again.. as if, something has tore its gag and its free to breathe..

p.s: just letting it be is by far probably the best thing that acts as the best armour in terms of defense.. 'coz, even if you wanna "block", you will be forced to devote some of your precious beautiful moments of your life to that ugliness personified entity.. and its not worth it.. not worth at all..
getting rid of it, is the far extreme of the spectrum.. 'coz, that's how magnitudinally ugly you made it to be.. and truly said, its not everyone's cup of tea to cherish and safeguard the 'beautiful'.. and that's something, which was never your forte..