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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Comments (3)
  • benny on Oct 27, 2010

    good title

  • A Bromley on Mar 13, 2011

    The beginning of a very good book, I like the title too. Keep writing.

  • giritharanj on Mar 15, 2011

    nice share

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