He liked her.
She liked him.
Till they scrolled down.
“Even a minute of pretension weighs tonnes on your conscience. It’s better to admit being below par than to pretend being superior”
Finally, I had to admit, something was definitely there. The more I denied, the harder it pressed. I had always laughed off the word ‘Ghost’ and laughed at those who believed in it. But staring at the complete article on my computer screen saved by the weirdest filename, I heard life laughing at my overconfidence. You_still_don’t_believe, I’m_there?.docx I would have said someone sneaked into my locked home, switched on my computer, somehow guessed my password, opened the article I left incomplete last night and completed it, had I not seen the bizarre course of events that took place in my room in the past 1 hour, while I was away. It was all recorded in the CCTV camera of my room.
How would you react when you watch the recorded video of your vacant house, showing paranormal activities? The door of my locked room opened as if the lock never…
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A usual evening after work-
“Tired? What work you do all day that makes you feel tired? You should have seen me working when I was your age? Could cook for a family of a dozen members, used to go 8 miles to fetch water, stitched my clothes myself, ground spices, used to go on our paddy fields, fetched fish from the family pond……embroidery…origami…… knitting…. papad-making….. achar-making…. …. ….. …..
I wonder what would I be left with to boast to my daughter-in-law, considering I don’t have any of the above mentioned skills (read: super-powers) my mom-in-law possesses.
Days like these make me fetch for an excuse to save myself and my generation from further assault by the uber-workaholic mom-in-law generation.
“Ma, you people didn’t have water connections at your home, and we have it now, so is it our fault? Should we hold a pitcher on our heads and…
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Isn’t it strange that I never experienced a writer’s block, till the time the word got added to my vocabulary? When writing was a passion that complemented an un-related profession, it came effortlessly. Alas, I got carried away and accepted my passion as a full-time vocation. The moment I started making money out of it, I started getting the seizures of a creatively blocked mind more frequently than the accepted limits.
Reading made me even more restless as there were times when I failed to produce on paper what a well-written book/blog would evoke in me. It was when I became a mother, my KRA got updated with a new pointer i.e. to imbibe my child with something that makes me what I am – the love of the written word.
Surprisingly, my son seems to have born with a love for stories- the creative, the better. So every morning came with a new challenge- to get my son an enthralling bed-time story. I would shamelessly assign the job to Google and I must say it tried hard. It would get back to me with scores of websites and blogs that narrated stories out of Hitopdesh, Panchatantra, Aesop’s fables and the like. But before long I realized, that I never wanted my son to learn what you are darned to become in Kalyug. The tales of a Brahman being robbed of his goat by 4 cunning thieves, a blind vulture who was tricked into getting killed for trusting a scheming cat and a camel who was ditched into becoming a lion’s meal by unscrupulous friends are just among a wide list of fables that one can find as moral stories for kids.
Sure, I would never want my child to be meek and foolish, but being cunning is not among the first lessons I would want my son to learn. Rather than teaching him to be aware of shrewd friends, I would want him to be trustworthy. Before imbibing the moral of ‘survival of the fittest’ in him, I want him to be amiable and compassionate towards the so-called unfit.
Now this problem came with a solution that not only gave my son a morally, entertaining story every night, but also came as a cure to my writer’s block seizures. I started making up stories that effectively taught my child what I wanted him to learn about the world. The lessons of being human sans the skills of scheming. Hence, born a blog that serves as a repository of my tales. And a web-name that tells the world my current role on the stage of life – TheStoryTellingMom.
However, since my son loves the hard-bound colourfully illustrated books, I plan to get printed a copy of self-made stories and gift him one on each of his birthdays. Every book would be according to his interest and comprehension levels. With each passing year, I plan to make my stories grow with my son.
Although I say, I am helping my child learn the lessons of life with this endeavour; it is actually the other way round.
My love for you doubles, each time you prove one of those post-marriage jokes false.
Dedicated to the Spouse
Of course life’s a suspense novel. But i’m gonna kill the suspense for you. In the end, everything’s going to be ….. just fine.
The optimistic self