Putting things in order, running like a headless chicken days went by. It’s just a few weeks since Tim pulled up the stakes and moved to this small town of India. Clearly, he didn’t know anyone here from Adams. When his new po-faced neighbour Mr Dixit raved about the girl next door, his heart turned a cartwheel. Maybe it was the soul’s acumen to recognise the calling. Abruptly he was brought to senses. He was still in the frame for life’s jollities.

“Manjula” her sweet name tripped off Tim’s tongue. He could read from Mr Dixit’s tone how she gingered up his days. How prejudiced had he been about dwellers of small towns!

” Are you taking me for a ride?” Holding the rein of his racing pulse, Tim asked suspiciously.

” Oh, no. I’ll say! She is a serene sea of wisdom. Once you get to know her, you will be mad keen on her.” He went on in full flow.

After having a butcher’s at Tim he paused.

“She is eighty if she is a day.” Mr Dixit finally breathed wearing sackcloth and ashes, just about trying to inure to the fact that, that very instant something was noiselessly reduced to ruins.


Sunday writing Prompt – Ginger

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. 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 with her kids.

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