Yesterday I had a hard time putting my little one to sleep. We went through the usual routine of a bath, 2 stories read out, 1 story made up, a cuddle and a hug, but the little guy had no intentions of sleeping. I pleaded, threatened and begged, but to no avail. We had a flight the next morning and I had to get a lot done in preparation. If I tried to leave him, he would just start crying. Finally he fell asleep at 11pm. So did I.
Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
Natasha’s favorite place was the beach. She loved walking barefoot on the wet sand and feeling the wind in her hair. Most of all, she loved watching the sunset. When she got married, she and her husband bought a house on the beach and Natasha’s ultimate dream was realized.
Some years passed and Natasha had two beautiful daughters, Maryam and Sara just 2 years apart. When Maryam was turning 5, Natasha had a party and called all her family and close friends. Her mother-in-law flew in from Pakistan for the party. Natasha baked a beautiful Disney Princess birthday cake. When it was time to cut the cake, everyone gathered around. The candles were blown and the party sung Happy Birthday. Natasha was just cutting the first slice of cake when her younger daughter, Sara who didn’t like it when she was not the center of attention, decided to do something about it. She took off her flip flops and flung them in the air towards the table.
They landed in the cake. There was a stunned silence and everyone stared at the pair of flip flops sticking out of the cake.
Natasha’s mother-in-law was the first to break the silence.
“Oh-ho Natasha, your cake is a big flop!”
What on earth is going on?
My lounge sofa has been converted into a “house” which looks more like a pile of cushions with another pile of soft toys inside the “house”. In the little space left, sits a 4 year old smiling gleefully. He enters and exits his house by jumping over the arm of the sofa. God knows how long the sofa will survive. The rest of the lounge doesn’t look any better. It has systematically been taken over by him and his army of toys. His train set and robot peek out from under the centre table and his story books are amassed over the side table.
What on earth is going on?
I leave my son with his father for half an hour and when I return they’re both playing football in my sitting room. This sitting room is very sacred for me since it’s the only place which has not been taken over by my son. At least not yet. The two of them are skilfully dodging my decoration pieces lying vulnerably atop glass tables. I thank my husband for avoiding any disasters while I was away and coax my son into sitting down and drawing instead.
What on earth is going on?
It’s time to sleep and my son is jumping up and down on his bed without showing the slightest signs of being tired. I, on the other hand am on the verge of falling asleep. I would too, if my son would just stop singing so loudly. Where does he get his energy? He doesn’t eat much but he seems to have a non-stop engine. Finally after a few threats to not read his story books to him, he settles down.
What on earth is going on? I can’t get to sleep. Why is the house so quiet?
Sara, the youngest of the 5 sisters would help her mother prepare the meat curries, even though she knew she would only get to eat the vegetables (which her brother didn’t like) with bread. One day she had had enough. She mixed two heaped spoons of her mother’s laxative in the curry.
Since then, nobody could understand why Jamal had a stomach upset every time he came home for the weekend.
“Hello my darlings, how have you been?” Mrs Ahmed sailed into the room in her voluminous kurta and black tights. After the usual greetings (two kisses on both sides) she settled down on the leather sofa with Mrs Amir and Mrs Haris.
“The holidays have been so tiring with so many weddings to attend in Karachi” Mrs Amir said as she adjusted her blow dried hair with a plump hand adorned with diamond rings.
“Yes you’re right. It was the same for me. And now that I’m back every other day there’s a birthday party that Sara gets invited to. So tiresome!” replied Mrs Haris as she fidgeted with her Gucci bag on the sofa.
“Yes, yes but darlings do tell me about this new addition to our group on WhatsApp? What’s her name…” said Mrs Ahmed a little breathlessly as she played with the gigantic diamond stud in her ear.
“Oh, yes her name is Mrs Waqas and she’s come from Islamabad” offered Mrs Amir, “I met her the other day when I was grocery shopping.”
“What’s she like?”
“She was dressed in the most ordinary shalwar kameez and had her two children with her who only spoke in Urdu. And I saw her loading her groceries in a taxi. Apparently she has no driver and no nanny.”
“Oh dear but why did you add her to OUR group?” said Mrs Ahmed wrinkling up her face.
“She lives in my neighborhood and I felt sorry for her. Maybe she can learn something from us” said Mrs Amir hopefully.
Just then the door bell rang. “That must be her!” Mrs Amir got up to see the door.
“She was invited?” whispered Mrs Ahmed to Mrs Haris.
In walked a beautiful young woman dressed in simple traditional clothes that made her look even slimmer than she was. She had little make-up on but she still glowed.
“Hi I’m Maria” she introduced herself.
After the introductions and a few questions and answers were tossed around Mrs Ahmed asked,
“So what does your husband do?”
“He works in Dubai International Bank.”
“Oh really, but my husband works there too. I wonder if my husband knows him.”
“I’m sure he does, he’s the new country manager.”
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This is the winning post for the Jan 2014 What if challenge (link given below).
What if you discovered a space-ship in your neighbor’s garage?
I was coming home from my afternoon walk when suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks. There in broad daylight was a shiny white space-ship parked in my neighbor’s garage.
“I knew it” I thought to myself, “I just knew it”. I always knew there was something strange about the neighbors. They had never returned my calls or thanked me for the cookies I sent them nor the chocolates on New Year. And then their two boys were so odd because they never made any noise. I mean how strange is that? I never saw them playing in the garden or heard them shouting or laughing.
I giggled to myself. So my neighbors were aliens. I wondered what they actually looked like. Did they have green skin and one eye in the middle of the forehead? Mrs. Jones always looked so prim and proper with not a hair out of place. But I must say they were being very daring, not even bothering to hide the fact that a space-ship was parked in their garage.
I was just opening my front door when I heard a voice behind me.
“Hello there!” It was Mrs. Jones standing in my driveway in a neat little blue dress.
“Xertang from Mercury is here to see you. They landed in the wrong house and asked if they could keep their space-ship in my garage. I told them of course, what are neighbors for?”
I swore. My secret was out.
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“What’s your lucky number going to be?” asked me the girl sitting next to me at the licensing office.
“What do you mean?” I had completed my driving classes and was waiting for my turn to appear in the test.
“I mean how many attempts will it take you to pass?” she answered, “I heard of a man who passed on the 26th attempt.”
“26th??? Is that even possible?” Every time you fail you have to do more driving classes and then reappear in the test. I was sure she was making this up just to rattle me.
Fresh with this bit of information I went in to appear in the test.
The first time I made a mistake backing out the car.
The second time I made a mistake turning left.
The third time I messed up on the roundabout.
The fourth time I bungled up the U turn.
The fifth time I didn’t make any mistake and I passed. I guess my lucky number was 5.
I think it’s quite likely that someone made 26 attempts. I admire his resilience and determination but I hope I never meet him on the road. 🙂
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