Ten-Thousand hours is What it takes they say. Beethoven did it to perfect His symphonies. So did Picasso. Maybe, Even Modiji. I can't help but to think About my grandmother. Who lived for over a Hundred years. Her meticulous morning Routine of sweeping The front and the backyard. And then the cattle-shed and Disposing the cow-dung. Her daily grind with the broom, Would have crossed her Ten thousand mark, Long ago I suppose. If her broom were a guitar, She would have been A bassist maybe with The Pink Floyd. If it were a paintbrush, Maybe the Italian Renaissance Would have spread around My village. And Thank God it wasn't A potential weapon. She would have fought Alongside her mother to Defeat the British Raj. And sometimes when I Overthink about the whole Scenario, I can't help But imagine that terrified Face of Bruce Lee- When he first heard about this Bent-Torso-Straight-Leg Broom-Sweep-Punch. The one 'Ten-Thousand times' Practiced move- He wanted to be afraid of.