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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Short Story - 4

Go Over here for Ammani's I ask You write -8, and my response below.

Can you see Sarasa over there? Notice how she winces as she climbs the stairs. She's torn a ligament in her ankle. Ask her how she injured herself and she'll say something vague about tripping down the stairs and so on. But I think you know the real story.


But I know the real story..I really do...

Well, she had a wonderful husband , and two lovely kids.Her husband took such good care of her. She was always the cynosure of his eys, he would re-assure her.

Her kids, what words would do them justice? She would always proclaim that they were worth the penance....such wonderful kids, who doted on their mother, who equally doted back on them.

It was one Lovey-dovey family,I tell you.

And then time flew by, her husband passed away, very peacefully, and the kids grew big and with them, their dreams too...so they took off abroad...

So what has all this got to do with the torn ligament in her ankle, you ask??

Well, well...there's nohting wrong with any ligament in her ankle...it is just the loneliness, and total lack of attention from anyone...

Poor thing, She was so used to being the centre of attention,She would do some little acting to get that teeny weeny attention from her neighbours....

Her ankle is just fine...

2 comments:

divyasurendiran said...

romba nalla irukku.

Iris said...

a nice twist about the ankle