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It just happened

We were taught to help around the house from a  young age. While my sister was amma’s second in command, my brother used to bring the milk from the dairy farm which was a bit far away.  He would take his cycle and pedal away. Sometimes he would even get vegetables. For this contribution of theirs they would get pocket-money, yes we had to work for our pocket-money.

But when they can earn, why not me, I asked. The age difference between them and me was quite a bit but I wanted my pocket money too. And for that the parents decided that my job was to prepare the dinner table, the only meal which we all had together except the days when Papa had second shift and would return home by 10.30p.m.

My mom was particular that the plates would be washed again and wiped before keeping them on the table. Owing allegiance to my butter fingers everyday one or the other plate would fall. Papa would call out, ‘What fell now?’. I would cry out, ‘The plate. But it is not my fault, it just happened‘. It was good that we ate on  stainless steel plates. If not the regular intervals at which i dropped plates would make us bankrupt. It happened with such regularity that everyone else would come and sit on the chairs knowing that dinner was ready. The aunty living next door would send around some special dish which she had prepared just on hearing the sound of the plate crashing.

My specialty did not remain with crashing plates. I destroyed whatever I touched. Like my brother had a collection of pens which he would keep in a safe place. Once I had severe viral fever and did not go to school for some days, none of the pens survived. When he came to know he advanced toward me with flaming eyes and flaring nostrils. My excuse, ‘But it is not my fault, it just happened‘.

My husband loves glassware. Before my arrival he had beautiful vases, fruit bowl etc. None of them survived. When his favorite vase broke, he asked me almost teary eyed, ‘How did you manage to break this’. My reply, ‘But it is not my fault, it just happened‘. He never bought anything brittle from then on.

My niece is almost my copy both in looks as well as habits. The only difference being she is an extrovert, I was not. Nothing escapes her hand. Whether it is a glass or a CD. Her excuse, ‘But it is not my fault, it just happened‘.

My son is no better. While his things survive, ours do not. Pens, CDs, mobiles every thing is at risk when he is around. You guessed it right, his excuse. ‘But it is not my fault, it just happened’.

Traditions you see, in our family, are carried on. 😀

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This post is part of Write over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian bloggers by Blogadda. The theme this week being fun with repetition, My sentence, ‘But it is not my fault, it just happened‘.

Love, tender love.

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Neha has recently joined Adani Auditors to do her Articleship. And is enjoying a lot. A sharp girl she has finished the first two levels along with her B.Com.

Along with her, four other persons have joined Adani Auditors. The other three are a bit older than Neha and Amit. It may be that they are of the same age or maybe not but they have been put in the same team. Which is helpful to Neha. I mean, isn’t it nice if someone of the same age is with you, it helps in communication, you can share your worries, isn’t it.

And so it is when half of their team is running about, Neha and Amit do not know what is happening and take refuge in each others company.

In the last two months they have been quite good friends. One day Neha gets a call from her mother to bring some things from the supermarket on her return home. Amit says he would accompany her as he too needs something.  Taking a cart each, the wander through the aisles. Neha while looking at the cornflakes bumps at Sakshi, her childhood friend. They hug each other and they start talking. When Neha asks Sakshi to check her right cheek. Sakshi touches it and says, ‘ Is it Dove‘.  Neha says, ‘yes’ and they giggle.

But Amit in the next aisle mistakes it as, ‘Is it love’ and when Neha says yes, his heart jumps with joy. Having studied in a boys only school and a college where in with his plain looks and nerdy qualities, he had been ignored by almost all the females.  Neha with her frankness and her simplicity had captured his heart right from the beginning and so when he heard her say yes, he wanted to salsa,

They came out. Neha said a bye to both Sakshi and Amit and catches a bus home. Sakshi too leaves soon after. Amit stood for a long time there itself. His mind continuously played the rewind button to ‘Is it love’ and then yes.

From then on he brought flowers and chocolates. He would take the chunk of work on himself, leaving Neha with almost no work at all. He would hold her bags and generally would follow her like a puppy. Until Neha could not tolerate it at all.

‘Why are you wasting your money on these chocolates and flower’, she said.

‘I thought women liked these’, he said.

‘I do but not how do I carry it all when I am going to the clients office’, she asked.

He sulked.

“And why do you leave me with no work, I see that you do all the major chunk yourself’, she continued.

‘I don’t want you to be burdened’, he said.

‘Burdened?’, she said. ‘How the hell will I learn if I am not ‘burdened’.

‘I am just taking care of you’, he said.

‘Why’, she said, ‘Are you my father?’

‘Boyfriend is more like it’,  he said giving a shy smile. His cheeks were a bright red.

‘Boyfriend?, she asked, ‘Who said so?’

‘Now, now don’t hide from me. Weren’t you telling Sakshi the other day that it is love’, he said.

‘Huh’, said Neha and then remembering that days happenings said, ‘Uff’. she said; ‘she asked me,is it dove, I said yes. Dove.. you know the soap with 99% moisturizer’.

Amit felt the crack in his heart, the shuddering of the earth and the blow of the wind.

Neha changed her team and till date Amit curses his ear. If his ears had not been faulty at least he could have seen Neha daily and there would have been a chance for him to be hers. Sigh, the games our sense organs play………. But then the ears listen what the heart wants to hear.

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This post is a part of Write over the weekend an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

The them this week being rhymed confusion, She said____________. He mistook it to be __________. I used the words dove and love.

I hope you enjoyed the story.

What next?

I straightened my hair

With the promise

That I will use Sunsilk from now on

Though Dove does send me samples now and then

 

 

Then I went on a virtual tour

Of shopper’s stop

And shopped this and that

 

What next you may ask

Well I asked my man to shave

His stubble, and I say;

And while you are it

Can you write about it or should I

Well there is a trip to Paris, you know.

 

And while I write and write to Get published

While oohing and aahing at Vikas

I ask; What next??