The thought just emerged in my brain, and I proceeded to get the vacuum cleaner out from the store room and mini-ladder from my dad's study room. First, I wiped the fan and vacuumed every corner of my mini-heaven. Next, I cleaned my parents' room and also another guestroom. It seemed that my cells were very active this morning.
I strangely felt a weird sense of elation whenever the vacuum sucked all the dust particles into its stomach. As my sweat continued to fall, my satisfaction in my own hard-work grew. Never thought it'd be so emotionally fulfilling to do household chores. :)