life lessons

Winters, during those days, didn’t use to strike bleakly and stodgy food didn’t scare the hell out of you. I was lost in my thoughts when, all of a sudden, a car stopped alongside in the proximity with Vedna, Bunny and their irrefutable team poking their heads out of the window and calling out our names. We said hello to them. Vedna was surprised to see Jiya’s glow. I told her she is expecting.

A truck passed by us and Bunny waved the dri ver beaming and screaming. Bunny had a huge circle of friends. Unfortunately, with waterlogs on the roadside, the truck splashed enough sludgy water to drown me. Owing to the ongoing spell of tolerate-everything, I managed to simper until the next spell of pettifogging over a long haul. I was aware of the healing effects of Bunny’s words. Watching me dripping, wet like a drowning rat, Vedna was filled with dismay and offered me to leave me home but I spurned bashfully. I sent Jiya home. Bunny chummed me athwart the road with the suggestion to sneakily scramble up the upper row of washer-dryer to wash me clean..and nobody would know.

I left for a nearby laundrette. I wanted to have a ‘wash’ but noticing the precarious state of the washer-dryer, I gave up the idea considering my body weight. My body fat was splurging itself out of all the sides. The daunting prospect of getting stuck inside made my hair stand on end. Yet, I was thankful to Bunny for his kindness, for thinking of me, for their genuine regards and always wishing well of me.

After the incident, I resolved to take care of me and hold waterlogged areas at bay.


#FFFC

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting.

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