My lucky day

You know those people you see on TV winning a lot of money. You read about those lucky fellows winning a luxury cruise, a new house or a new car. I often wonder how true they really are.  I have never been that lucky. I have dreamed of it, yes. But no I have never been that lucky.

This morning I had a feeling. That I was going to be lucky. Truly and genuinely lucky. It is unshakable. It is after all our wedding anniversary- the one day I actually got lucky. To marry my love. And somehow the day is brighter, the birds sing sweeter. I wear the shirt that I got married in. She is in the bath. I shout through the bathroom door and blow kisses. I leave whistling. 

I go to a shop.I buy a ticket. I scratch it. My anticipation builds when I scratch the last number. No. I did not win. Maybe next time. I buy a locket- a silver one for my wife. The feeling is still there though.

In the evening, I tell her of my day.I give her the locket. She seems thoughtful. And then she smiles-"Maybe it is your lucky day."

How could he do this? After all these years, he ditched me. He ditched me for his wife! How did I trust him. I should have let him go when I got married. I should have just made do with who I married. All those years of slinking and stealth and he ditches me for his wife. And my husband- he got me a silver locket. For crying out loud!! And babbling about some feeling of his... I married him because I thought I was pregnant and turns out I was just late. Oh well, the neighbor does seem hot. Let us see how that goes..

#52

When moving houses, never use the same kind of bag to tie up the needed items and trash. This saves a trip to the dumpster to check if the needed items have been trashed!

#107

Elves maybe Santa's little helpers, but with kids around, there are more clothes on the floor and more junk in the suitcase.

The W's

# What happens when you meet another person who's wearing the same dress as you in the same shop you bought it?

# What happens when you see a person of the opposite gender wear the same outfit as you and it suits them much better?

Angry mother

My mother is angry. I think she is angry with me. Because of something I did? I do not know. But I know she is angry.

She was smiling when she sent me off to school. She had also packed dessert today. It was a surprise and I did not share it with anyone else. It was a regular day at school. I got a "star" for my homework. I did not even stay back to play with my friends. My shirt was clean and my tie was in my bag. My shoes were only a little dusty.

She did not smile when I came back. She took my bag and asked me about the test. I got a B in it. She asked me why I made a silly mistake. Did I not know the difference between the addition and multiplication symbol?

She did not sing when making my dinner. And when she took me from the front patio, her hands dug a little into my arms. It hurt a little. But I did not cry.

She did not sing the fuzzy-wuzzy song while feeding me dinner. She kept slapping the food into my mouth and did not let me talk either. She constantly kept looking at the clock. It was not even nine.

She told me to go to sleep. She did not tuck me either. She did not shoo away the monsters under the bed. She told me to shut my eyes and go to sleep. I felt like crying, I did not know what I did wrong. I wanted to hug her and kiss her but she switched the night light on and left.

I shut my eyes tight. I sleep.

I walk into his room. I have been angry today. Some people should mind their business and not mine. I love my son and that should be enough. I can make him the man he should be. He will study well.He will get all that I can afford, short of giving up my life. I love him.

I peep into his room. He has tears flowing from his eyes. They have wet the pillow. My heart breaks. Never again...I go in. Brush his hair, tuck his sheet and look under the bed for any monsters. I kiss his forehead. Sweet dreams, I whisper.

I close the door gently on my way back.

The belief

I see a few boys torturing a chameleon. I just fly into a rage. I can not stand by looking at this atrocity. I go over and give them a piece of my mind. They have tied the poor creature to a string and have been dangling it about. I let it go. For a few seconds it just sits there trying to collect its wits. And then it runs away as fast its short legs can carry it. The boys kick a few stones in anger. They eye a stray dog and glance furtively at me. I shake my fist at them. I know the dog is in for a hard time.
I have always had a soft spot for animals. I always fed the strays that came home. I named the dogs alphabetically. The cats were numbers. My mother always ran out of biscuits and milk for guests because of this. I got thrashed by my father. And I always thought I would grow up to be a veterinarian. Or at least a worker in care of animals.
I reach my office. It is a huge building. I see workers scurrying about. I go to my locker. Get my scrubs out. My employer insists on hygiene. They are almost fanatic about it. You see, the least discrepancy will get them locked out. I put it on. My gloves are clean. I change them every four hours. And I go to work.
I work in the meat and chicken factory. My job involves checking the meat and chicken is free of skin and feathers. I worked earlier in the de-feathering department. Dousing the birds in hot water to remove their feathers. I asked for a transfer after a few weeks. It was this department or getting the sack.
Beliefs are nice. I believe that everyone should be treated kindly. But when my father is dead, my mother ailing with cancer- treatment so expensive that I take loans, the wife and I have to work with whatever we find to make ends meet for our children too.
I only hope the dog was not stoned too badly.

A lazy afternoon

I decided to contemplate on the mysteries of the universe. I had nothing better to do. The sun was scorching so bright, that it seemed to soak up any underwater reserve that we had unknowingly left behind.
There was no school for another 2 months. My friends had left to their grandparents' places for their vacation. Those that did not go enrolled in special classes. I chose not to go to the same classes and instead decided to contribute to the betterment of mankind and waste something useful- time.
So here I was embarking on a mission that could change the face of mankind. I picked the guava tree with its multitude of branches for this task. There were also a lot of fruits close at hand and I would not go hungry. And I lay on the branch which bore my weight without the least protest.
Thus I began...My first contemplation was on the sun. How would people have treated their first sunset? They would have been surprised that the light they had throughout suddenly dimmed. How would they have treated snow and rain throwing their regular lives into panic? Did they make a sport of ice-skating? How did they deal with mosquitoes and flies? Did they have a special weapon against them? Do mosquitoes sleep? Can we kill them all when they sleep? What alternative did they have for paper towels in the early days? Was hygiene even a point to consider?
Were the name of the nine planets the same on all the planets? If there was life on them were we ever portrayed as infectious beings out to take their world? Have we ever been the good guys? Did they have Men in Black on the moon and mars?
I paused to take a few bites of the guava. Continue... Aren't the pipes these days astonishing? When did they invent pots..is it patented?
I could have gone on. I felt I could think better with my eyes closed. Hmmm..yes indeed. It was better. The light was not as bright and I could concentrate better. Now where were we..
How many guavas did I eat? I think I ate one..no two..no  no three?!! I...ate..
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10 guavas. And I open my eyes with a startle. Oh no! I dozed. And the mysteries are still intact. It is almost sunset with the smell of jasmines wafting in the air. I decide I will continue tomorrow. After all noone is going to really find the answers....are they?