Walking Through My Palace in My Slippers – Part 3

Slippers

A queen’s journey through the poetry of everyday homemaking

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No, they’re not glass slippers

They’re old, rubbery, slightly cracked at the sides

They squeak sometimes when I walk too fast

But oh, how far they’ve taken me through rooms soaked in sunlight,

and corners carrying the scent of masalas and memories

I don’t walk in elegance

I walk in rhythm

Through a palace that hums with my footsteps.

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I don’t glide through marble halls in high heels

I shuffle through the house in worn-out slippers

with yesterday’s rangoli smudged under my feet

and today’s to-do list humming in my mind

But make no mistake—this is a palace

And me, its queen

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My palace has no chandeliers. But it sparkles.

With the shine of freshly wiped counters

The gleam of brass lamps

The soft glow of diyas at dusk

It smells of roasted jeera, fresh jasmine, and the scent of home

Not luxury

Something better—love

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My slippers don’t match. Sometimes, they squeak

They’ve walked through not so clean corners, spilt atta, forgotten toys

But they carry me through ten thousand silent acts of grace

From kitchen to bedroom

From drying tears to packing lunch

From a tired sigh to a whispered prayer

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The mop is my sceptre. The cloth, my banner.

And my slippers?

They’re the royal footwear that’s heard all the secrets

The frustrated muttering. The quiet humming. The sudden laughter when I remember a joke from my past

They know the path from the prayer room to the fridge,

from the gas stove to the heart of the home.

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I do not rule with orders -- I lead with rhythm

The rhythm of boiling tea,

the clink of bangles while I knead the dough,

the soft rustle of the bedsheet I fold just right

This house breathes with my movement

It flows with my steps

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So yes, I walk through this place in old slippers

No makeup. No jewels.

Just trust

A deep knowing that this home moves when I move

It shines when I smile.

It rests when I rest.

And that—even without a crown—makes me queen enough

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until next time, keep smiling

much love … stay happy … stay blessed .. always

SMITHA