This is a story about a Kitchen Cloth. This is not an ordinary kitchen cloth of
course, its story is akin to that of a Vietnamese War hero :). Having been
through hell, the cloth carries scars of Haldi powder, dried milk, vegetable
gravy. In fact methinks you can tell our last 2 months menu by just looking at
It wiped everything off the kitchen bar and the Stove, including the grimiest
muck, however, it never seemed to be destined to be washed. Today morning
when I opened it up, its wounds stank hard ! Yuck !
Thank god for mom who packed my bags with Ariel Compact, now the cloths
smelling neat and clean.