Today was different.
When she entered her house, it was still evening. She could hear the children play at the garden behind her apartment, which was different then the usual silence of the night. Though her head felt heavy, her arms did not; today she was not carrying her laptop.
Today, she also got fired.
She sank in the sofa as soon as she entered. This was the day she dreaded since the day news of global recession started translating to people around her, loosing jobs. To avoid it, she worked like a slave, toiling day and night. Not to mention the raw deal she took from many to hang-in there, yes this was the expression she used to calm her overworked and stressed nerves.And today the rope to hang in snapped.
But things were not as she expected. No one held her responsible for her losing the job, people around her did not stop to glare at her. And the earth did not stop spinning.
She had no plan for tomorrow. She had no time to set her alarm for. She would have to account for her savings and plan for future. But still what disturbed her the most, was that when she looked back she could not account for her last year.
She wondered what the bad times really were…
5 comments:
amazingly well written... thought provoking stuff as always.. great ending !
good stuff.. waiting for the next episode :)
awesome writin...
Q) Wat sets dis blogger apart??
ANS:
Blockbuster endinz like dis:
"She wondered what the bad times really were… " :)
powerful phrases sown in so effortlessly...
leaves u thinkin thinkin thinkin till ur brain knocks n sayz "dude chill de story wasnt bout u" heheh... :)
...then by the time she stopped pondering over all that, she realized the time has come to render it all irrelevant. It was bed time :)
Very well said Pretty ji...
quirks of live render actions of the past that one struggled to reach become so meaningless, but that mother is what sets life apart from yet another piece of fiction
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