The little family of three had stepped into the home appliances store with the sole intent of buying a brand new washing machine and they had chosen one at last after much deliberation.
They had been waiting for their faithful old semi-automatic machine to breathe its last before upgrading it, and at last, the onslaught of the pandemic induced cleanliness frenzy had pushed the poor old machine over the edge.
Ria, their six-year-old climbed into their chosen model before anyone could stop her, and proclaimed that it was the best washing machine because it was big enough to hold her, and it was certainly more than capable of handling their large load of laundry!
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I hate doing laundry in the absence of a washing machine. When I got a job and moved to a different city, my hatred towards doing laundry made me buy a basic semi-automatic washing machine. It was a great investment that served its purpose well and saved me a lot of time and effort. However, my work got more demanding and I was running short of time and patience with all the chores that waited for me at home.
While my machine was an improvement, there were times when I forgot to turn on (or turn off) the water supply in time and do the other required manual interventions which ended up making me feel guilty about the wasted resources and time. Not to mention the ear-splitting blaring of its alarm as soon as its assigned task was completed! And yes, I am human after all. I craved for something even better, something that made doing a load of laundry a seamless task.
One of my happiest moments in the last year was when I finally got an automatic washing machine. Yes, there are still moments when I gaze at it adoringly. And it’s nearly turning one. I love it so much that I might even bake a little birthday cake (and end up making it to clean all my messy clothes while I finish the cake all by myself! 😉 )
This might seem like privileged talk in a time when a lot of people are dealing with diseases, shortage of food, and money, but bear with me. But I don’t want to focus on the pandemic for once. Also, I love my washing machine. That, or I hate washing clothes manually. Am I the only person who feels this way?
For visually challenged readers, the image shows an array of front-loading washing machines arranged, each one on top of another one in a typical electronics store or laundromat setup. You can see a pair of legs extending from the insides of one such machine whose door is open. It looks like a child’s legs with white sports shoes and yellow knitted half-knee length socks with double black borders.
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