Monday, September 22, 2014

Life of a simple woman

She jubilated that she was on the top of the world as she held her little bundle of joy, wrapped in a soft towel and she promised to herself that she would raise her little girl into a sensible human being.

When that little one, with all her toddler tantrums and mishaps, drove her mad, she doubted whether at all, it was her own daughter.

Days later, she marveled the way the little girl, by her words and deeds, proved that she was transforming into a young woman.

She silently admired how her little impatient daughter balances her profession and her marriage, the relation that she herself chose after keen inspection.

Today, as she closed her eyes in a prayer, outside her daughter's labor room; she wondered how the wheel of time whirs away, waiting for none.

written as part of FSF by Lillie Mcferrin. This week's prompt is 'Wheels'.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Celebration- one of it's kind

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Write Over the Weekend inspiration for this time

Write about an unexpected celebration.

The ragged walls of the shabby house too seemed to reverberate the sudden excitement and anxiety of its inmates. It could not be called as a house, may be as a 'room for living'.
"Are you sure that this is for us and no one will come behind to snatch it back from us, did you check whether it isn't stale, did you close the door for the stray dogs?", the restless lady was stunning her husband with endless questions.

"No doubts, this is for us and it is perfectly fresh. It was part of the celebration. The minister's supporters have been making it a great one. I was happy that I could make four of it. Come on, leave away your worries and unfold it. Let us have it today."

"I am still afraid, let us taste it before we give it to our children, the lady for whom I work, always gives me food that is days old and the little one suffers after eating that"

They opened the bags, they both drooled as the spicy smell of biryani, and the sweet smell of laddoos filled their little room.

On eating, the children knew for the first time how a spicy dish would taste and the family savored every tiniest part of what they had for that night, longing to have more and more.

The children giggled at each other holding their pieces of laddoo, the dessert for their day and their mother heaved a long sigh at them with a filled heart and an unfilled tummy.

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"Daddy, when will the Minister's next birthday come?" asked the big one innocently.

The tired father stared at his wife pathetically, brooding over his inability to give the children food of that sort on his own.

A few streets apart, the minister was adding 'kick' to his birthday, unconscious of how a part of his birthday celebrations has been an unexpected celebration of food for a family that day, though never will he be…

Sunday, September 7, 2014

The befuddled bridegroom!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Write Over the Weekend inspiration for this time

On an important day, you get stuck in a bathroom. What happens next?

I was flabbergasted to hear through the locked doors, what my booze-confused, dear friend was telling my dad.

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"Sure, uncle, he has gone to the Beauty Saloon with Ashik. He told me so, you can lock the door and we can leave now".

He sounded so sure and walked ahead, afraid that a continuing conversation would bring out the traces of yesterday's bachelor party.

And there, they left, finally leaving the hero of the day to ramble in the bathroom.

"Oh my God, am locked up in the bathroom man, who is going to rescue the groom now?" I shouted in a voice that did not even make sense like a voice.

The after effects of singing aloud and screaming on the stag party!

"Oh, what am I going to do now?", I was terrified.

They would expect me to reach the marriage hall from the saloon, they would wait and wait, and what would they think?

That the groom had eloped?

"Kanishka, how am I going to explain you?", her thought gave me Goosebumps.

I decided that I had to become a superman to get out of the bathroom if I wanted to get married on the same day at the decided time.

I gained all my efforts and with a scream, I banged on the door and that is what I last remember...

How some distant uncle of my aunt's nephew who deliberately needed a bathroom rescued me at the neck of the moment was a real epic, as I heard from everyone else.

In addition, how many days, efforts and gifts it needed for making Kanishka  believe that I did not drink on the night before my marriage is another great sequel, that I can tell!