Thursday, 22 January 2015

Five Sentence Fiction - Abandon

This post is written for Five Sentence Fiction

He came back to an empty house, a house which looked complete only with the presence of his wife.

She had promised him that she would never leave him, never abandon him.

He lied down and closed his eyes to find some sleep; to find some peace.

They were together once again as she had promised.

He found her in his dreams; that night and every other night.

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Wednesday, 21 January 2015

The Twin Sisters! - Flash Fiction

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday



Mira and Priya, the twin sisters were poles apart. Priya was the amicable and outgoing type. And Mira completely opposite to her. From childhood, Mira kept all her stories to herself while Priya shared everything. As years passed, the two girls turned into beautiful young women. Still, Priya remained everyone's favorite.

It was only few days past their twenty fifth birthday. Mira was consoling her mother. Her mother was crying in an unrefined manner. Her father looked completely blank. Priya was missing since two days. The police had called few minutes ago to inform that her whereabouts were still unknown. Mira was left with a frivolous grin on her face.

Monday, 19 January 2015

Is Laundry Only a Woman’s Job ?

“I am writing for #IsLaundryOnlyAWomansJob activity at BlogAdda.com in association with Ariel.”

Is laundry only a woman's job?
Absolutely not!

And why not?
Simply because it's not rocket science and anyone can do it. It's much simpler these days.

The below household statistics that emerged in Ariel’s survey conducted by AC Nielsen surprised me highly. The numbers are unusually high than what I had expected.




What do men do when away from home?

The statistics shows how much dependent men are on women for laundry. The first question that comes to my mind is what do men do when they are away from home for a long period.  Don't they wash their clothes? They somehow take care of doing their laundry.  Then why this dependency on women, the mother or wife when they are at home.



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Why this inequality?

Brought up in an all-daughters-family, I was not susceptible to this domestic inequality. Lucky me! It's a known fact that while a boy played outdoors, a girl helped women in domestic chores. This has been happening since ages. Household work only for girls. Pink for girls and blue for boys. The gender stereotype thing! So is the upbringing a reason we see these kind of results in the survey?

What about the media's role? How many of these washing powder and soap advertisements show a man doing laundry? Most of them depict a woman who lovingly cleans the dirty clothes.


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And the society in general terms a man henpecked if he does household duties. Yes, it's his duty also!

How many women feel laundry is a women's job?

The above survey does not have a number for this. My guess is that majority of women feel it's their job. The minute a woman is married she is expected to take care of household chores in her husband's house. And most of the times a married woman owns upon her this responsibility. A woman efficiently has to juggle between her house and office work. Why not give men a chance to showcase their skill? Why not help them take up multiple roles?

Laundry is no longer hard work and not time consuming either. The washing machines and powders these days have simplified the huge effort of washing clothes. Thanks to the improving technology!
On a lighter note, let us all be part of the Swachhata Abhiyan (cleaning spree) at home. It is a small step to improve the gender disparity.


Ending with a cool clip.

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Monday, 12 January 2015

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #68


This post is written for Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #68

The goal of this Tan Renga Challenge is to compose/write the second stanza of two lines respectively counted 7-7, but that's not an obligation as you all will know, towards this "hokku" (starting verse) by Ese by associating on the images in her haiku. With that second stanza you continue or complete the Tan Renga.


the endless night
unable to count the stars
in the frozen pond (Ese)

at the crack of dawn
all the stars vanished (Vidya)

Friday, 9 January 2015

A foe turned friend

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.



I disliked him 
And all of his kind
He was my foe
For a reason unknown

His handsome face
That gait so different
Failed in total 
To impress me

We crossed paths
Every passing day
He lived in the street
Same as mine

He gave me looks
When I passed by
Ignoring him
I moved on

He had friends
Old and young
Cheering him
Loving him

One fine day
An angel small
Came into my life
And my house

As days passed by
So also months
He and that angel
Turned close friends

In front of our house
Often he was found
For that angel or
For something else

That angel calls him "Bow"
And so do I
Though not thick
We are still friends








Thursday, 8 January 2015

Three Word Wednesday - Electric, Passionate and Savage (A Short Story)

This post is for Three Word Wednesday



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I was only few meters away from my house when I saw an electric spark and the transformer I drove past blew up with a loud noise. All the street lights went off and there were no lights in any of the houses on that street. The entire street turned pitch dark. The headlights of my car helped me reach home. I somehow managed to reach the doorsteps of my house. I knew my wife and son would be asleep. I was looking for keys in my bag when the door opened and what I saw surprised me. There stood a lady, not my wife. She was holding a candle light. Her face looked familiar but I was unable to recognize her. She bent down to look at the young boy standing next to her. She gave him a passionate stroke on his head. The boy smiled. She then turned to me. Her eyes suddenly turned big and red. Her face turned savage.

I opened my eyes and found my wife staring at me. I felt as if I was sleeping my whole life.
"Are you alright now?" She asked.
"What happened? Why did you faint when I opened the door yesterday night?" She kept questioning.
I didn't remember a thing.
"You were shivering whole night yesterday. Dr. Amit, our neighbor administered an injection to calm you down. How are feeling now?" She kept talking.
"Let me get you coffee" she said and left without waiting for my answers.

As any other day I got up from my bed and picked up the newspaper lying on the table. I flipped through the pages. The photos of a woman and a child caught my attention. "Woman and son hit by speeding truck" read the headlines. Yes, they were the same whom I had let to die on the roads the previous night. I stared at the photos. The boy smiled while the woman's eyes turned big and red again.


Tuesday, 6 January 2015

A promise kept - Poem


This post is written for Three Word Wednesday

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Bidding her good bye
He promised to be back
Very very soon
And she trusted him

There was a thunder
When he stepped out
He looked above
To find a cloudy sky

That was no hinder
And he wandered out
He had a promise to keep
And looked all resolute

Rain poured down
Which worried her now
He was out there
Alone in dark with the weather so bad

He came back home
Looking shabby and completely soaked
He released his fist clenched so hard
and revealed that shining thing

He was jovial
While she looked troubled
"Thank you brother!"
She hugged and said

Within the shining paper 
Was a chocolate small
She broke it into two
To give her little brother the bigger piece