Never that easy!

 

Had to write a short story within 200 words. And I see I’ve crossed that limit but hope you enjoy it =)

 

Never that easy!

It was the eighth of July. The whole house was a complete mess. Glass pieces scattered all over, bags packed near our door and then I could hear mum yelling from the next room “I’ve had enough. You cannot keep treating me like shit. I have taken your nonsense for the last ten years but just lost all my patience now.”

At first, I thought it was just another mood swing of hers but then the next thing I knew was she came running out of the door, picked up the bags, one in each hand and pulled me along with her towards the door.

Just then, my handsome dad, with tears in his eyes, never did I see him like that before came next to me and started holding me so tight.  “You left me, that’s alright! But you cannot take away the one thing that means the most to me too.” He looked so closely into her eyes that she also burst into tears. “You do know all this is not easy for me too? Right now, I have to do what is best for the one thing that means the most to me too. She cannot see you throw bottles of whiskey down your throat, get so violent and live this sort of life. She is still young and has so much ahead of her.”

Rain!!!!

This was something I wrote in our Creative Writing class last week. The teacher gave us a few words and we were supposed to come up with a narrative.
Here it goes....

Rain!!!

It was a dark, gloomy night. The wind was blowing hard into my room. The windows started banging and the children had still not come back home. The rain had become worse and now that started to worry me.

“Did the storm pull them away? Did they slip and fall into the puddles? Was death coming their way?”  I thought to myself and all these questions started leaving me anxious.
I tried calling my husband who was also on his way back home but the rain was beating so hard that I could barely hear him on the phone. All I could hear were the sirens and honking of cars.

“Traffic in Mumbai has become mad”, my friend would keep telling me but that was not comforting enough at this point of time. I am a  person who worries for the littlest of things. I was still thinking inside my head where my children could be and just then everything became silent. The doorbell rang and it was the person I least expected at that moment.

My neighbour.

She was standing at my doorstep, puffing and panting trying to explain to me that they had all gone to the river to enjoy the sunset and thought I was not back home as yet so she gave them a cup of hot chocolate at her place and all the kids were snuggled under blankets watching Home Alone III.

That was indeed a relief!