Stranger In The Night

Kajal in eyes, Mallige-poo in her hair and elegantly draped in the Pink Sari that anna had gifted her last Diwali, Roja was pleased with her reflection in the mirror. Unlike the early days, she now looked forward to an evening in the city - The promise of a ride in the taxi, her favorite biryani for dinner kept her spirits high. Roja was hoping, anna would be generous with her "pocket-money" this time...

As Roja approached the bus-stop, her eyes looked out for anna - yet  another "Stranger In The Night" whose bed she warmed to make a living!

This fictitious post is in response to Write Tribe's 100 words on Saturday for the Prompt “Stranger In The Night".

**anna - respectful address to an older male, affectionate mode of addressing a man

On The Last Day...

I had woken up with a light heart for I knew it was my last day there! The admission with scholarship at  Ismalia university seemed God-sent opportunity to escape the physical and mental trauma at my in-laws place.

But my hear skipped a beat as I absently leafed through the medical report – a mandate for my admission! The “positive” against the “Pregnant” column was all it took to change my heart… 

Its only today – five years and three children later - I realize that all these “pregnancies” were premeditated by my MIL and husband to stop me from flying away…

This is my entry for "100 words on Saturday" for the prompt "I knew it was my last day there"! I have always wondered how a school acquaintances pregnancy announcement always came on the heels of her wanting to break out from the marriage...

If only you were here...

They start their life together a few decades ago - young, clueless, stars-in-eyes! Life seemed a bed of roses until well “life” happened – they toiled to build a family together, to make ends meet facing the everyday challenges! But for them, this struggle – this journey was worth all the trouble simply because they had each other….

But today in the twilight of his life, despite the relaxed routine without the ensuing daily struggles and company of doting grandchildren, he was filled with a sense of incompleteness. The only thought constantly looping in his mind is “if only you were here”…

This piece is in response to Write-tribe 100 Words on Saturday of  "If only you were here"

Today my mother lost one of her best friends to cancer, a few months ago she lost he fav BIL to heat-attack! Death is a sad reality that snatches away our loved at the most unexpected of the times. The pain of the one being left behind...

Here is hoping that we get the chance to drive to the sunset of our lives with our better halves for company - Amen!

Beautiful Eyes.......

Dressed in pattu paavadai, colorful bangles, bejeweled sandals complete with anklets, hair neatly oiled, plaited and decked up with flowers– she could recite slokas with correct intonation. The daughter of the  temple priest in the society– she was indeed the ‘ideal’ kid that every parent living  in the apartment wanted their daughters to emulate!

But her eyes spoke another language – a shadow of grief  always engulfed them.  For they have seen the lure of  running amok in tattered jeans with hair flying all over, in bickering with friends, of burgers and pizzas....

Haa to let your child be a child!

This is written for the prompt - Beautiful Eyes (100 Words on Saturday # 12) hosted by Corinne.

Introduced in February 2013 – an invitation, a prompt, a linky. Write exactly a 100 words on the prompt and publish it on your blog – a story, a poem, a mini-essay. The linky will be open right up to next Friday.  100 Words on Saturday will be up every 2nd and 4th Saturday.