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Housewives
Extracted from the story I have been working on, if u find any grammer or spelling , kindly ignore it.
Chapter 7, Housewives.
Allow me to tell you a story" I requested, Anjali and Nisha both leaned forward curiously, Ananya took a seat on a chair nearby.
Like old times, when we were bunch of idiots, I used to tell stories and they all circled around under shade of banyan tree to hear it. When life was good without internet.
"I heard this story on internet, was one fine story about a regular woman from Japan" I started " A woman was on her death-bed, In Coma"
I looked around to silent audions " She dreamt that she had died and went to heaven"
"there she heard the voices, voices of her ancestors. They asked "who are you?"
She replied "I am Mayor's wife"
"we didn't asked whose wife you are." They said "Who are you?" was asked again
"I am mother of 4 children"
They said "we didn't asked that" They questioned again "Who are you"
"I am a school teacher"
The answer was again dismissed. Same queation was asked again and again. She kept going on with she is this and that.
Finally she replied "She is the one who wakes early everyday take care of her children, educate them to become a better person"
The answer was accepted, after few days, she got out of coma. That incident made her realise the purpose of her life. Her Ikigai something.
"She was a school teacher" Pointed out Ananya.
"And a housewife. It's not about what job is giving you money, It's all about what makes you wake everyday and live. Your mother don't need to earn, she can very much hire someone to look after the house yet she likes to do it herself even when she cannot walk with the load of jwelleries. She does it" I said "maybe she can explore furthur to find different purposes"
Sokila's eyes gleamed with different emotions,
"Baba Titu Narayan Das?" Ananya asked satirely "Why don't you share your purpose, what is your dream?"
I blinked " My dream" I touched my heart and stood up. I was full and ready to leave with the bubbling discomforting questions screaming in my head that I will be taking back to my bed.
I cleared my throat "My dream is a wondrous dream" I started to sing in my hideous voice "It's the answer too....wanting only" I pointed at Anajali "You!" gaining laughs from everyone "its a true delight, escape at night- aage I forgot the line"
Chapter 7, Housewives.
Allow me to tell you a story" I requested, Anjali and Nisha both leaned forward curiously, Ananya took a seat on a chair nearby.
Like old times, when we were bunch of idiots, I used to tell stories and they all circled around under shade of banyan tree to hear it. When life was good without internet.
"I heard this story on internet, was one fine story about a regular woman from Japan" I started " A woman was on her death-bed, In Coma"
I looked around to silent audions " She dreamt that she had died and went to heaven"
"there she heard the voices, voices of her ancestors. They asked "who are you?"
She replied "I am Mayor's wife"
"we didn't asked whose wife you are." They said "Who are you?" was asked again
"I am mother of 4 children"
They said "we didn't asked that" They questioned again "Who are you"
"I am a school teacher"
The answer was again dismissed. Same queation was asked again and again. She kept going on with she is this and that.
Finally she replied "She is the one who wakes early everyday take care of her children, educate them to become a better person"
The answer was accepted, after few days, she got out of coma. That incident made her realise the purpose of her life. Her Ikigai something.
"She was a school teacher" Pointed out Ananya.
"And a housewife. It's not about what job is giving you money, It's all about what makes you wake everyday and live. Your mother don't need to earn, she can very much hire someone to look after the house yet she likes to do it herself even when she cannot walk with the load of jwelleries. She does it" I said "maybe she can explore furthur to find different purposes"
Sokila's eyes gleamed with different emotions,
"Baba Titu Narayan Das?" Ananya asked satirely "Why don't you share your purpose, what is your dream?"
I blinked " My dream" I touched my heart and stood up. I was full and ready to leave with the bubbling discomforting questions screaming in my head that I will be taking back to my bed.
I cleared my throat "My dream is a wondrous dream" I started to sing in my hideous voice "It's the answer too....wanting only" I pointed at Anajali "You!" gaining laughs from everyone "its a true delight, escape at night- aage I forgot the line"
