What happened?


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The sun was shining brightly through the windows. My wife was awake and eager as always to begin her day. However, I was never a morning person and that day it was just worse. I had very little sleep and my head was throbbing on one side. I only wanted to shield my eyes from the light. I had felt an attack of migraine coming last night as we fought till late. I even took a precautionary painkiller but nothing helped.

So, I sat on bed with closed eyes holding my pulsating head. My cheery wife saw me and immediately drew the curtains – even the thick ones which are drawn rarely. She came to my side and whispered, “It’s okay, I have drawn the curtains.”

I loved her. She was always at my side when I got an attack irrespective of the day before. She was the one who made the rule that we never sleep angry and I am glad she did!

I opened my eyes as she soothingly caressed my forehead. I smiled weakly and nodded at her when she asked, “Shall I call work and say that you are unwell?”

She was dialing when I touched her. She disconnected and looked up at me.

I said, ” I  cannot miss work today. We have a big client meeting in the afternoon and I am to be presenting.”

I had no idea how I was going to do it. She probably knew how important it was for me as she dialed my friend and told that he was to pick me up. After the call, she told me to lie for an hour more and got the migraine pill.

An hour and half later…

Fresher and just a nag of headache, I was ready to go. My wife had packed all my stuff. She kissed me farewell as my friend honked.

I presented well during the meeting but had a migraine attack threatening to return all the while. Soon after the clients left, I was at my desk nauseated and irritated with the light when the phone rang.

The day wasn’t getting any easier. It was from home as expected but not my wife. It was my sister-in-law who was there for a visit informing me that my wife had fallen unconscious and I should return home as soon as possible.

My friend felt the urgency in the conversation and had kindly informed our boss of us leaving early.

I ran into the house screaming, “What happened?”

My friend ran in as well to hear thankfully extremely good news. I was to be a father soon.


This is my submission for InMon and WriteTribeWednesday prompt #6.


Deafening …

She was alone in a large house with loads of sunshine and wind to play with but that is all that was left after the Tsunami that washed her parents, uncles, aunts, cousins and siblings away…

All alone…why? What am I to do with this huge palatial home right on the beach that now only gives me sadness!! Why did I leave the house the day when everyone was taken away? Why did I choose that day to stay with a friend in an interior village where no water would touch me???

“Silence!!”, she screamed out loud…Though there was only silence around…her head voices would not stop and she cried in vain to stop them!

Her friends came around two days later to find her starved and devastated in her own tears. They helped her up and got her to eat . They gave her company, they spoke of the good old days when no worries touched them but only to find her aloof and not participating in any conversation! They shook her and tried to get her to speak, but all she could do was cry…or not even that…as she had no more tears left…the silence in the house and her life had suddenly made her deaf and mute!

Continue reading “Deafening …”

Patchwork People

I couldn’t help writing a second entry…the prompt was prompting me a bit too much….

Tina, a girl who was about ten, knocked on each door of the neighbourhood and sweetly asked for any scrap cloth at the end of every month. Most of the time, she used to be shooed away and told to come  later. She had an amazing memory and kept a good tab of who said to come later. Unfortunately, when she did go later, she would be asked to come later again or scolded for disturbing so often….However, Tina never gave up.

Rita and her husband had just shifted to the neighbourhood a few days ago. Rita was busy re-arranging the furniture in their new house, when Tina rang the door bell for the first time.

Rita ran and was astonished to find a tiny girl at the doorstep. She observed her very keenly and thought, “this girl must be only about eight years old..what is she doing here and not at school.”

Rita smiled and asked Tina who was shyly glancing at her, “Yes dear, how can I help you?”

After a small pause added with some concern and sadness remembering that her husband had mentioned that he will send someone to help her with the house, “Are you here to help me?”

Tina smiled and said, “I could help you but I also require some help from you. I would appreciate it if you could me pass me any spare cloth that you have..”

Rita queried,”Spare clothing for you to wear?”

Tina said, “No, any piece of cloth that you do not have any use for…”

“Sorry dear, I have just shifted and still need to sort out things to see if I have any I can give you…”

Tina had taken a fancy to this new lady. So she just frowned and said, “That’s OK…How can I help you madam?”

“Oh no dear…I was looking for an adult, I could not make you work.” She quickly added, “Will you not come in give me some company for tea?”

Tina nodded and willingly went in. Rita led her to the kitchen, and poured some tea into a cup and served some cream biscuits on a matching plate. When she turned, she found Tina sitting on the floor and observing her from a corner of the kitchen.

Rita laid the tray with tea and biscuits on the table and told her to come to the table.

Tina replied, “No madam, I shall sit here… people like me are not allowed to use the table.”

Rita picked her up from the floor and took her to the table.

Tina smiled. Rita asked her name, age and why she wasn’t in school while Tina drank tea and had the cream biscuits for the first time from very expensive china that she was ashamed to touch.

Tina told Rita about how her grandmother, her only relative didn’t have money to send her to school. She added how it was her idea of helping in collecting cloth from houses and how her granny wasn’t very pleased with the idea for a very long time.

Rita asked her while caressing her, “What does your grandmother do with all the scrap cloth?”

Tina looked up and smiled as she spoke how her granny ingeniously patches up the scrap into nice thick blankets or sheets of different sizes along with a few others who learnt the trade from her. Then, more gravely Tina spoke of how she takes the sheets to a shop nearby where the owner hardly pays anything.

Rita was astonished but just asked, “Where do you all stay Tina?”

Tina answered that they stay at one end of the neighbourhood, near the river and are called the “Patchwork people“.

When he awoke, something was missing

It was a cold winter morning. It had been snowing for two continuous days and the couple was stuck at home.

Though both of them worked and hardly got time with each other, the past two days, they hardly talked. Any conversation that did happen ended in a fight. The previous night, they fought pretty furiously and it ended with her crying near the fireplace and he stomping out of the room in anger.

The next day was their wedding anniversary. He got up with a smile on his face in spite of the noise the snow sweeper was making outside. He expected a fresh day and a day where his wife would have forgiven him and love him as she always did…

However, that was not to be so…something was missing. He waited for about half-hour in bed for his coffee, called out his darling’s name several times, but with no response , he finally got out of bed in search of her… He looked through all the rooms but she was not be found.

He was getting frustrated and irritated with her but then found a note in the kitchen held with a cup of coffee..


         I am tired and I need a break. I am going to my parents’ for a few weeks. I am sorry to be doing this on our day but everyday I have been making excuses for you . I cannot handle it any more..I am also a person who has my needs and want to be understood …just as much as you. I cannot adjust anymore….

        I love you loads but this for our betterment and not a punishment..I just want some space…


Tears welled his eyes, he suddenly woke up, and found something which he had taken for granted was missing….