The Stories Book
A fine collection of moments in time
Toh Ab Kya
Saal tha 1975, desh ko pachees saal huye the aur humein duniya mein kuch athharah bees saal.
So what Did you Buy
In a picturesque setup from one of the watercolour wash trees and leaves painting came the Question, “So What did you Buy?”, that transported her back to her desktop. The butterflies in tummy the anticipation and the message that said salary has been credited.
On desktop was the famous e commerce website, the one with everything and then there was another. She logged out, took the bus and then metro back home and kept thinking what should I buy.
To help her was her mobile phone with AI, someone reading a book on Kindle, another listening to song on headphone, another designing on Mac Book, one with shopping bag from a named famed brand, a billboard seen from Metro window inviting people for wealth creation, another with a career development coaching institute badge.
On that day of thirty First evening, she thought of calling another friends of her and ask did you get the notification “Salary Credited”, but the discomfort of sharing in what was at best crowd Ear stopped her.
Still nervous and excited like a small girl she kept looking for her parents hand as if she needs to get an ice cream, or a chocolate or clothes for birthday.
And then she typed in the AI tool, what to do with first salary, the response was in question and to answer she contemplated and suddenly looked through the window and saw the shining plated temple top in skyline shining like gold. And right then she reached out to her temple and neck and she knew, gold is new old. Which brought a smile and content on her face.
Back in the picturesque setup from one of the watercolour wash trees and leaves painting came the answer, reaching out to neck and with words in answer “A Gold Chain”
Melt, Molt, Molten
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Early in morning she looked outside the through the kitchen window, son continuing to exercise after clearing NDA slated to leave soon for training.
She saw people and neighbors observing her son and with happiness and content that you create when you know you have passed your grade final exam with flying colours, she reached out to invisible God floating and hovering above her head, temple and then chin.
Not an ardent fan of traditional rules, yet having the fear of being just a human she looked at the salt that fell on Kitchen counter, the red dry chill fumes, the lemon tea boiling on stove with see through watercolour wash style colour. And she created window kitchen bubble for her son even when he would be away.
She got the molten gold oval pea size ball her mother entrusted her with after getting her jewelry molten inspired by Movie Jewel Thief from cupboard.
And then she knew how to pass the invisible kitchen window bubble to her now adult son– The Melt Molt Molten – Gold,of course there would be other gifts, but this and she reached out to invisible God floating and hovering above her head, temple and then chin.
And smiled with her now invisible thoughtful mother
Will She, would she, Uff.. I do not want to care
Is the definition of tomboy changed, who is a tomboy, will her daughter care to dress up, use make up, unilateral choice of colour, what Is the point, It is part of identity, I do not know and I do not worry but then rule based and door based long distance race based civilized society of ours.
Lot of lines running through a head appearing on forehead, she finally decided time to let one thing go and intervene in her daughter’s simple living, she just bought her a gold earing, that apart from all the other things. One thing less to bother one thread more of care, mission accepted.