Beauty of life is its simplicity, its thrill is its uncertainty.
Two little children were waiting impatiently ,
In the dark corner of the shabby little room.
Their dad is yet to come back.
He went out in the morning in search of work.
Now it is early hours of night.
And their dad is yet to come back.
Hunger and impatience had their shades shadowed over their young faces.
They were playing till sometime back.
Now they are tired and hungry.
They are simply waiting.
Suddenly they sensed the nearing rhythm of footsteps.
Dad is coming!
Before he could knock at the door,
The door flung open.
The two cutes poured out laughter full of merriment at their dad.
They snatched those packets from his pocket and disappeared.
His wife appeared from the kitchen.
She looked pale.
Still she could deliver the smile which he flatteringly accepted.
Life started brimming again.
Kids are running around the narrow room.
They are falling one over the other and then rolling and screaming.
They were laughing hilariously about nothing.
His wife carried the heavy market bag into the kitchen.
Then she prepared tea for him.
They sat together .
Through the silence of the young night, they smiled at each other.
She looked content.
She then disappeared into the kitchen.
Through well defined , fast and assured movements she prepared dinner in no time.
The small family assembled together at their dinner.
They were talking through their food.
They were making sounds which expressed taste of the food.
Then they sat together at the courtyard and conversed over everything.
Slowly the sounds grew frail and they went off to bed.
At bed he was talking to himself.
No one has offered any work for tomorrow.
It is okay.
Something or other will come up.
It is the same story every day.
Slowly they engrossed themselves into the smoothening comfort of a sound sleep.
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