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When Ashok entered the house, his wife Aarthi was fuming with anger. Ashok's evening coffee reflected Aarthi's mood - too bitter. While he was drinking coffee, she started "That couple in out next apartment are too loud, always giggling and laughing. Dont they have sense", Ashok smiled and said " They are newly wedded couple , let them enjoy. What is your problem with that Aarthi? you do your work da kannamma."

Their next apartment was occupied by a newly wedded couple Sheray and Ravzi.Both had taken off for a week at office and were spending time at home. Aarthi married to Ashok for 7 years , had a son who goes to play school. The whole day Aarthi heard Sheray's and Ravzi's giggling, laughing and teasing and inturn Aarthi was bursting at her husband and son making all their life's miserable.


The next day, during lunch , Ashok was telling about his wife's irritation towards that couple to his manager. His manager smiled and told Ashok to take 1/2 day leave and go home. Ashok then realised and took half day permission and went home.

Sheray and Ravzi heard Ashok's and Aarthi's giggles and laughters the whole evening .

The End.

MK & him - by me

nambbitaain

me: :D

fantasy

u walk in ur hostpial n u r assinged to a handsome football player.
tall , dark, handsome with rough , huge hands and a rugged face
with a small scar on his chin

u hear he is a arrogant ass so

u behave cold towards him while everyone goes gah gah over him

this makes him fall for u

12:11 AM MK: hahahaha

me: n u r shifted from fracture to emergency

u miss him a little bit , u thhink of him now n then

dont u kinda ok

n suddenly one day u realize he is discharged, when u overhear couple
on interns talk.

n two days later

u get a bouquet telling u thnks
a day later another one
the next day a big doctor teddy bear

n its from him...
he asks u for a date , n u accept reluctantly

date

shy smiles

12:12 AM laughter

hugs

happily ever after

eppadi?

Shruthi and mom

Shruthi woke up and did not even stir in her bed. She kept looking at the god picture next to her bed and knew the time was about ten minutes past six. She knew that she wont see her mothers shadow in the room as she has seen all her life praying to that god's picture before leaving the room for her daily chores.





Shruthi, pulled herself and went to take her shower and found her mom's toothbrush and soap still in its usual place in the bathroom, she could smell her mom and . The "manjal" which her mom used was lying on the floor and Shruthi felt it in its usual place.

Her dad was up and was waiting for the coffee which was served to him for the past 25 years right in his bed. She felt her dad was crying within himself.

The Suprabaratham which was usually heard was not being played in the player and Shruthi realised she missed her mom everywhere.

Dragging herself, she got ready and left for office without having breakfast or carrying lunch , she knew this was the first time she went without food in all these years. Leaving the compound she turned around wanting to see her mom in her usual red cotton sari waving bye to her, but left heavy hearted.

Coming back home after spending around 6 useless hours at office very hungry she saw the washed cloths being lined up for drying and instantly she searched for her mom's sari. It was her habit and burying her face in the sari which was hung for drying.

Walking inside the house, she saw her mom's footware in its usual place and her mom's picture in the hall with fresh garlands.

She broke into tears all over again.

She saw and missed her mom every where. Kitchen, Hall, Bathroom , Veranda and every single action she did at home bot Shruthi her mom's thoughts.

She no more heard the sound of her mom's bangles.
She no more had her mom to give her the hug.
She no more had her mom shouting asking her to get ready.

She knew her life will never be the same again.


PS1: this is my first try on short story!
PS2: Badri always complains that my posts are filled with surya! so i wanted to try something new , a non side of me - a senti post. i am not one of those sentimental -feelings-o-feelings gal. so chumma! no reason for this post.