The W's

# Why is flossing the most easiest thing to do and yet it is such a nag spending 2 minutes pressed against the basin contorting in front of the mirror?

Excuses

Your eyes slowly flutter shut. I look at your serene sleeping face for a few minutes. I then heave a huge sigh, touch your forehead and touch my lips. It is bliss to see a young one sleep. But this sleep does not come easy. every night, you cry. Every night, I console. Every night...for the last 6 months.
One of the greatest sorrows in life is to bury a dear one. I lost half my heart and soul when I buried my husband. The other half, I buried with my son. For my daughter-in-law, I did not even have tears to give, so great was my pain and emptiness. I had to be strong for you, smile when you brought me shells from the sea-shore. Laugh when you came home dirty with that mongrel you call pet. And cry every night, after you go to sleep. I tell you they have gone to the doctor, they have gone to the shop. I tell you they are sleeping , sometimes they are ill. You have not understood it all, you have so many questions and I am running out of words. When will I be able to stop? Will I make you grow up when you are too young? I close my eyes..
I think am dreaming. I see father and mother holding hands facing the sun..it is a beautiful meadow. I run towards them shouting. They turn to me. I am not able to see their faces clearly. I am not able to remember..but I will ask them why they left me to get ice cream. I will ask this when I see them tomorrow.

#49

It is fashionable to show your underwear in public but when celebrities unknowingly flash their underwear it becomes deliberate/publicity/wardrobe malfunction.

Don't come back..please!

"I am out of cigarettes." I tell you. You don't turn. " I am going to the mart to get them. Don't get up." You still don't turn. I move out of the house and get into the car. I roll down the windows and take a deep breath. I still don't seem to get air into my lungs- the air that you punched out when you told me you were pregnant.
We have been together for 8 months. I have enjoyed my time in this town so far. It has been fun and carefree. No one to ask, no one to scold and no one to complain. But this, this I don't need. I am too young to get married, too young to have children and am not going to take on something I know I don't want. I think about what I have in the house. Although I have been living in your house, I do have my money and clothes in my car. I look at the house, the nightlight in the hallway and I turn on the ignition..Goodbye.
I can hear the car leave. I can still smell you in the room. When you showed up 8 months ago, I was not the person I am now. I preferred my solitude, my time and my life uncomplicated. Even with you around it was still the same simple game. And then I got pregnant. I sat on the toilet thinking if I should visit the doctor to abort the baby and then I realized this was the only chance for me to make roots. I had been alone for too long. I wanted this. And I did not want you. You were fun but definitely not father material. I will bet my entire life savings that you will leave and not come back. Goodbye.

The promise

My heart is so loud...I can't quite hear what the priest is saying. I wonder if everyone can hear it too- but they are smiling. All around people are smiling, but I can't think of one reason why they are. My dress feels too tight; I can't breathe. I look around to see if there is any way that I can run out. Run away and never turn back.
Never again will things be the same. Never again will I be the same. Never again can I get up in the middle of night, drink coffee and watch a movie marathon. Never again can I dance in the kitchen in the middle of cooking. Never again will I sit alone in the rain and close my eyes and hum. I should have thought about all this before I said yes. I should have thought for a year before I said yes. I should have never said yes. Why? Now why are you smiling?
I can literally see the gears whirring in your brain. You took all of a week to say yes. Although you know me for a decade and I courted you for a year. You think too much about the decisions you already made. You have a tendency to think about what you are missing even when you aren't actually missing anything. You will never be the same again, neither will I. In fact there is no you and me, only us. I will let you sleep the noon after your movie marathon- shut the blinds to keep the light out. I will clap after your impromptu weird dance while you cook, bang on vessels to make music if I can. I will be there waiting with a towel when you come in from the rain....Will be there for you no matter the time, no matter the situation..This, this is my promise.

Godspeak

I am so screwed. I should have known better than to take the 5th shot of vodka. You know how you think you can drink all you want and wake up happy an carefree the next day- you are wrong! A major hangover is what you get. And with a major hangover add on spilled hot coffee, flat tires. What you get a is disaster. And today is my performance appraisal.
God please please please don't let me get fired. God please let the manager be in a good mood. Please please let him not notice my being late to work. I know I have not been the greatest employee throughout this year, but  I need this raise. So please let him be considerate. God I beg of you.
It is interesting how people plead to me at the smallest of things. They have their life, they also have their own mind. All they have to do is use it and they don't quite need me. I am just a symbol- for their faith, for their belief. When things get tough, they can count on one shoulder to lean on- to get support. You should have thought of your work the next day before yo got stone-drunk with that chick at the bar. You should have thought of the raise during the days you wasted surfing the net for porn. It is your performance appraisal. Not mine. And yet you beg me to correct all your mistakes...A teacher can teach but can not write the exam for the student. Good luck searching for the next job.

Good luck

I will show you. You  think I am good for nothing. You were bemused when I first told you about the competition. You did not ask many details, nor did you ask what I was going to do. You just grunted and said OK. You did not ask the date.
My friends have been pestering me for details about my costume. I was broken that they wanted to know more than you did. I have endlessly discussed my choices with them and every time we come up with a new song. Finally we land on one. I only wish you would ask something. Anything.
You did not encourage. You were not there when I practiced. I had practiced for 22 years. You never bothered then and I knew you would not bother now. I have seen so many people and I have sung till my voice was hoarse. You never appreciated what I did. But this..this is my chance. My chance to make it big. And I am going to grab it with both my hands. Just you wait.
My little girl will win. I have seen her practice her heart out for 22 years. I have been humbled by her talent. Not that I know much about it, I was never the right one to talk to her- I never had the right words or the right tone. I know she has a lot of exposure to the music world. And I believe in her talent. I threw the ad for the competition in her laundry deliberately. I have memorized the route to the venue. And my seat is right in the front. It is my little one's day and I know it.

Listen well

I see you walking into the house. It is a time that even the Gods rest but your pupils are dilated that your amber eyes seem black. This is not the first time I see you doped. But this is the first time I see you walk without even the slightest fear. Your mom usually keeps the window open so that I don't see you when you come. Rest her soul, she tried straightening you out.
I am beyond angry. I am sad. This loosens my tightly held tongue and lets out my sorrow. And my heart bleeds at the thought that you might not live to see thirty at the rate you have been. The money that I have put aside would probably run out out with hospital and medicine bills once you become sick. Who will take care of you if I die? And from what I have seen you don't seem to exhibit any responsibility. Your principal has spoken to me about your truancy and your grades are bad too. How you will get a job is beyond me.
You look at me. You look though me. You nod. Maybe I am getting to you. Maybe I will get my son back.
Yeah right!!!! Blah blah blah blah. Who cares?! 

The customer and the salesgirl

I hate these situations. You know, when you have too many good things and you have to choose. And me..I will choose one, go home and think that I should have taken the other. And I come back to the shop and find its gone and I pine for it. Although I look good in the other one. So I hate making a choice.
I look at the salesgirl. She smiles encouragingly. She has been so helpful. She helped me choose 10 and has been there when I came out of the fitting room trying out all of them. She has been so effusive and enthusiastic about my selection but at the same time she has offered comparative insight. She helped me narrow it down to 3. And then I am stuck. I wear them all. Once the first time and upon her insistence I wear it once more. I twirl in front of the mirror. My butt seems smaller and my waist thinner. The second dress makes me look taller and my legs longer. The third dress I love for the print and it makes me feel so alive. I come out. She tells me I look great.
I am not sure which to pick. Then I look at the prices. And then a woman comes in and asks me if I will be taking all the three because she would like to try them on if I don't like it.I make up my mind. I ask the salesgirl to ring it up.
 I knew the minute she walked in she was that kind that needed a lot of talking to. I was going to attend only one customer that day and this was her. She needed to feel valued. She also had a heavy purse but needed a little persuasion opening it. I narrowed it down to 3 of the most expensive dresses. And I knew if I made even one sale I would get the   "Employee of the month" bonus. I bring in my trump card- my cousin. I make her pretend she is interested. That usually does it. Oh yes..it did. Kaching!!
And by the way- she looks like a truck in all the 3 of them!

#43

Alien are diabolical. First we think they don't exist. Then we think that they do. Then because we have a fertile imagination, we believe that although they exist they probably won't reveal themselves. Finally we think that because we think they exist and they don't they actually do but we think they don't!!