Thank you Asuka! You’re such a darling for mentioning that! Yes! And I saw the mouse yesterday and it looks so cute. If it only doesn’t go around the house dropping its poo everywhere, I’d love to keep it for a pet!
Shalini’s piece is more than a story about clutter it’s a quiet confession of emotional weight, of the way life piles up in corners we stop looking at. The closet isn’t just messy; it’s a mirror of exhaustion, of postponed care, of the tenderness we forget to give ourselves. Her daughter’s playful takeover becomes a symbol of innocence reclaiming space, while the mice unexpected, unwelcome become unlikely messengers of change. What begins in overwhelm ends in clarity. Not perfection, but peace. The act of sorting becomes sacred, a ritual of renewal. And in the clearing of clothes, boxes, and fears, we glimpse something deeply human: the longing to feel ready, to feel light, to welcome love back in.
this is my sign to clean my cousin's clutter 🙃
Haha! Thank you dear!
I can’t believe the mice ended up being the unexpected heroes of this whole story 😅
Only you could make a decluttering night sound this tender and funny at the same time.
I’m glad your closet (and your heart) feel a little lighter now — that part made me smile.
Thank you Asuka! You’re such a darling for mentioning that! Yes! And I saw the mouse yesterday and it looks so cute. If it only doesn’t go around the house dropping its poo everywhere, I’d love to keep it for a pet!
Shalini’s piece is more than a story about clutter it’s a quiet confession of emotional weight, of the way life piles up in corners we stop looking at. The closet isn’t just messy; it’s a mirror of exhaustion, of postponed care, of the tenderness we forget to give ourselves. Her daughter’s playful takeover becomes a symbol of innocence reclaiming space, while the mice unexpected, unwelcome become unlikely messengers of change. What begins in overwhelm ends in clarity. Not perfection, but peace. The act of sorting becomes sacred, a ritual of renewal. And in the clearing of clothes, boxes, and fears, we glimpse something deeply human: the longing to feel ready, to feel light, to welcome love back in.
Thank you Adriao. Appreciate your kind words!