Waiting Room

Dedicated to Devil’s advocate. 

“we were in love…thankfully not with each other.

Roma walked out of the jail into the bright sunshine of Mumbai. After 10 years spent in jail, all you want to do is  appreciate is that you are still alive and a fragment of a life to look forward to. Roma holded on to her meager belongings.

With her earnings, she saved from learning and selling bamboo handicrafts in Jail, she had booked a one way ticket to Haridwar. Train was at 12 am midnight and she had enough time to kill by.

She tried calling her in laws , but of course she couldn’t reach them. Mainly for two reasons, she was sentenced for committing culpable homicide not amounting to murder a 27 yr old woman & second her husband was killed by his business partner Jatin.

She made mental calculation & figured out with her negligible amount of money, may be she can afford a decent hair cut and to dye her hair black. She went to a nondescript saloon aptly named-“Decent Saloon” to have a hair cut and dye her hair black. She went to Mumbai Central Station & chose to wait in the waiting room .

The humidity and the Bombay summer almost lulled Roma into a dreamless sleep in the waiting room. Ten years in the jail had taken a toll on her. To sleep at a place, where she was not monitored with 100 along others was a dream come true.

Her dreams were a rushes from her past life. Her husband Ravi , his business partner Jatin & that woman she killed were all in her dream.

That fateful night, when she found out that her husband was killed, she had just returned from a kitty party in her colony. She was listening to the endless saga of her mother-in-law’s joint pains, when suddenly their office peon rushed into their home and informed the family that Ravi Saab was killed by Jatin.

She couldn’t picture or even remember Jatin, when the news registered her brain. She slumped into the sofa & drifted in & out of consciousness . The next 15 days were a antonym of a dream. The nightmare abruptly ended with another nightmare.

After one month, Roma went out to a nearby mall for some shopping. Suddenly a frail woman in her early 30s, with her black-brown hair swaying in the wind started stalking Roma. That unknown woman stalked Roma  & without even saying anything moved forward to stab her. Roma being the strong woman between the two, pushed that woman forward and that unknown woman fell off from the 4th floor railing of the mall onto the plush marble floor.

She couldn’t comprehend of what actually happened to her. But luckily enough, guardians of law were with her & Roma got tried for culpable homicide not amounting to murder. For the act of self-defense & lack of motive, Roma was tried & sentenced to 10 year jail.

Suddenly she woke up to the present and looked around her. The waiting room was filled with myriad of people waiting for their train. Life is a waiting room too, Roma thought.

Suddenly her eyes wandered into the far left corner, where she found a middle aged man intently reading a newspaper.

Roma adjusted her hair, gathered her belongings-consisting of a big handbag & a suitcase & walked towards that man. The man seemed to be in his early forties, still digging the newspaper as if it were the last newspaper in the whole world.

Roma sat beside him. She looked at him and whispered to him- Why did you kill my husband, Jatin ? . Jatin looked away from the newspaper and removed his steel framed spectacles. He folded his arms smugly around his chest and studied Roma.

His honey brown eyes intensely looked at Roma. the hair around his temples had turned into white. His physique had not yet changed after all these years. He still looked the same, bit more sturdy and in contrast a bit more worn out.

He seemed not to hear her and went out. Roma wanted to stand up angrily and give Jatin a smack on his face. But she couldn’t, all these years of hatredness for him had turned into a mellow feeling. That hate was still there in the corner of her heart, but it didn’t hurt her anymore.

Jatin came back after sometime with a hint of cigarette smoke on his breath. “I asked you a question.” Roma asked him again. Jatin looked at her and smiled a bit.

He answered- “i killed your husband because he was stealing money from his own company. Embezzlement . He was creating fake company profiles and transferring money to banks. Here our company was going through a financial crunch and he was vacationing at Thailand. ”

“You tell me senorita, “he continued ” What was i supposed to do’ ? . Roma couldn’t help but smile at him. It was more than a decade someone had flirted with her. Jail was filled with filthy low life. Humans with almost no remorse or regret.

Even an amorous word from her husband’s murderer made her smiled. Roma flicked her grey hair and looked at him. Her black eyes looked straight at him and questioned him infinitely.

“Why?” Roma asked again. There was no doubt that Roma had every form of luxury in her loveless life & her husband a decade old than her had showered upon her everything she ever wanted. But Love, that was a precious commodity, rarely found & never bought or sold.

“which jail you were sentenced to ?” Roma asked Jatin. “yerawada jail, pune.” JAtin said.

“That’s a celebratory jail.” Roma said & laughed. Jatin looked at her amusingly . The windows brought evening light in the waiting room. And they halted gently on Jatin’s shoulder.

They both sat in silence. Roma studied her hands and stole glances at Jatin. He seemed immersed in the newspaper . The waiting room was almost empty except for a few passengers.

“Where are you going? ” Jatin asked

“Haridwar” Roma answered

“ok.” They were silent again . Jatin asked Roma out of the blue. -“why did you kill my girlfriend.?” .”what ?” Roma was shocked. “that woman whom you pushed off from the railing of 4th floor was my girl friend..Nina.” “I” Roma Stammered.

“that psychotic bitch was your girlfriend ?” Roma asked Jatin. “thankfully time numbs down everything.” Jatin said. “yes that dear little bitch was my girlfriend. ”

“but why she was following me….” Roma asked.  ” I don’t know.” Jatin said ” Psychos have their own GPS.” He laughed.

“Where are you going ?” .Roma asked him. He looked towards her but didn’t say anything. It was 9 pm a warm, July night. The  clouds were already gathering their conductors to play for the rain God and the commuters were rushing towards their home.

The waiting room now was empty except for those two. The evening skies thundered and suddenly rain started pouring in & filling in every piece of  earth. There was a sudden hush in the atmosphere and then suddenly the rain song was every where.

“Why did you kill my husband, Jatin?” Roma asked him again.

And out of nowhere Jatin gave her a tight slap across her face. Roma stumbled back in shock and recovered quite fast and move forward to slap Jatin. He twisted her hand tightly and Roma punched him in the stomach with her other free hand.

“Lady, i killed your husband, because i love you. And you were caught up in that twisted married life. ” Jatin said.

” I have missed you so much.” Roma said and  holding him tightly. “It was the only way out, Roma.”

“My psychotic girl friend wouldn’t leave me, your husband wouldn’t divorce you. It was the only way out, Roma.” Jatin  said.

“Ten fucking long years, aye. Are you ok. Did jail treat you well ?” Jatin asked her.

” Yes it was a nightmare. everyday i was thinking about you, you were my strength. “Roma said.

“have you booked your tickets to Haridwar?” Roma asked JAtin.

“No, but don’t worry, we’ll manage it. ” Jatin said.

Now it was a dream come true. Antonym of a nightmare. Rain had melted down the harshness of a night. They both sat on a bench, savoring every moment of togetherness after a decade.

It was 11pm, one hour for their train to depart. One hour for their new life to start.

“listen, i will go out and bring some tea ok.?” Jatin asked Roma.

“Ok..”Roma said. “Jatin”..Roma called out again “Do you still take two teaspoon sugar with tea.”

“Yes i do.” Jatin said & looked at her. He gave her one last look and walked out of the waiting room.

Roma sighed contentedly and settled on the bench. It was worth a wait & worth all the time, humiliation, speculation in the world. She always had Jatin by her side. There was one doubt, on why didn’t Jatin save her from her jail sentence. He could have easily done that.

May be she will ask him, when he comes back. She rummaged around her bag and looked for her train ticket. She pulled out her train ticket and with that a dark rust orange colored envelope fell out of her bag.

A single name, her name-Roma was mentioned on the envelope.

She opened the envelope & removed gingerly two loose sheet out of it. The first sheet read- In case of my death-i.e.Mr.Jatin Sahani. WTF Roma thought and looked frantically around the waiting room. She rushed out of the waiting room and no one was there.

This is clearly a joke,Roma thought. Jatin liked to do that. Jatin was a gifted prankster. She smiled a bit hesitantly and walked again inside the waiting room.

She started reading the second sheet , which was a letter.

“hi,

I wish this was a joke, but it isn’t. When you will be reading this letter, I will be long gone. My days are numbered. I have been diagnosed with stomach cancer and its already in advanced stage. The doctors over here used lots of complicated jargon, but it all means one thing, that i am going to die.

I am sorry, i am really sorry that we couldn’t keep our agreement. I so much wanted to spend my whole life with you, even after life. But oh well ! This is life. God is the ultimate judge..even though i don’t believe in him.

I love you a lot. And these words are really sparse of what i feel for you. It sounds cheesy i know, but its true. There will be a time and a space for everything …and this is the time to remember the happy us and a time to build your happy life.

What you have done, takes lots of courage. Yes it requires lots of courage on my side too..But you gave up ten years of your life, your family..just about everything.

I actually feel at peace right now. You must be reading this letter at a railway station or the jail premises, wherever time decides to stop my life. Time always leads.

Why didn’t i save you from your jail sentence ? Ok..confession time. Remember that one time you cheated on me while we were in college, you never told that to me. I accidentally found it out. It hurt me a lot, broke me. This was just payback time.

How did my ex psychotic girl friend, know that it was you. I told her about us. Of course her being crazy did help. I stopped her medicine for anti depressants and anger issues. It is a lethal combination. Then being crazy genius she is, it didn’t took her long enough to figure out about your routine.

What later happened, was just a chain reaction.

I am going to miss you. I am going to miss us. I am going to miss you in flesh & blood, holding you, making love to you, doing so many things together with you. It will be just a plan now. Empty words on this letter.

you, my dear Roma ..you have an entire life ahead of you. I know you will be 37, once when you are released from jail. More than middle age, but alive and kicking. I will not be there with you.

But here is what you will have with you..your life, your dreams, your grey hair, your wrinkles and dimples, your beautiful black eyes to look at the world. Live like you always wanted to..

Don’t listen to anyone, create your own life. I will miss you more than anything in this world. It will be tough for you too..but move on..there is nothing for people in this world who don’t move on.

With all my love in the world,

Yours only,

Jatin

PS- Is it raining tonight. “

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Speech

“The journey to be a woman is truly a magnificent one. We live so many lives in a single day, We adapt so many roles everyday, that everyday truly becomes a journey for us. A woman is a mother, daughter, girl friend, wife,..but these all roles are perhaps in the social strata of the society. A woman foremost is a well a woman. All the roles which she adapts or adopts are awarded to her.”

Seema glanced at the speech she had written. Pathetic, she thought and she deleted it all. I wish i were a man, she thought again. But for once she was grateful of being a woman at her workplace, because no one celebrates Men’s Day at work.

She settled in her bed comfortably, with her laptop comfortably nestled in her lap. Suddenly she had an excruciating pain in her stomach. Seema moved towards the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat, till the pain numbed into a dull remembrance. WTF, Seema thought.

She put a hand on her stomach and felt it. The bulge around her stomach had increased considerably . She had this sudden realization, either she was putting on weight or she was pregnant. The thought that she could be pregnant sent a chill through her spine. she glanced around her spartan bathroom and stared emptily at the mirror. she got up and walked towards the basin. Above the porcelain basin, was an antique style mirror. she whispered to the mirror “am i going to have a baby.” “yes” her mind whispered. she stared at the mirror uncomfortably and went out of the bathroom.

She lied down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “i cant be” Seema said to herself. She tried to sleep and sleep calmed her nervous nerves . Sleep perhaps can solve everything, well except an upcoming pregnancy if there was one.

But for now, Seema was safe in slumberland.

Seema woke up early in the morning. The thought of being pregnant weighed heavily on her mind & She looked at her bulging stomach and stared at the blank wall.

Seema had already missed her period for two months, but thanks to PCOS , irregularity of periods was normal to her. It was only the in between activities, which had cast doubts in her mind.

She placed her hand gently on her vagina and closed her eyes. She could still feel the slight tingling sensation and smiled at the memory. It was good. “the session” as her boyfriend called it.

They didn’t have any active session from last 2 months, because Seema and her boyfriend Mayank were in a long distance relationship. Their desires were only  satiated once in every 3 months, when Mayank visited her.

Only two months had passed from their last meeting and Seema was already craving for Mayank’s next visit. If craving was the right word. It was love all right, but it was filled with lust & they were not guilty about it.

But this time, something didn’t feel right. Seema had felt a strange tenderness and swelling in her breasts, & the bulge around her stomach was saying a different story altogether.

The only way to find out, Seema thought was to buy a pregnancy test kit and check it out. That one elusive purple line would save her life. Otherwise the stigma of becoming mother out of wedlock, was definitely frowned upon & this very thought scared her to death.

The phantom pregnancy followed her everywhere.

The only respite in her life right now, was the speech she had to prepare for women’s day at work. She knew that if she cracked this opportunity, then other windows of opportunities would open for her.

Seema began to work on her speech with a new fervor. She began furiously typing on her laptop again.

“the basic question for each and every woman in this world, is that does she feel free ? Are we as women in all parts of world, feel free. Are we being molded into human beings the way we want to be or is the society still molding us. Do i feel free to do or to say anything. OR do i still need to behave lady like. If we talk in the broader context of being independent or to feel free, then society is happy to term as and point out that women are now financially independent & that is it..This is the end. Because we are not yet emotionally independent, we are not yet emotionally free. We are still being judged on what we say or what we do. We are still labelled by our behavior, by the way we talk or move. We are still judged whether we like it or not, still monitored.”

Seema went through her speech..It seemed a bit harsh. She again deleted the speech & stared at the blank screen. The laptop warmed her thighs & suddenly she felt a tingling sensation in her vagina. She smiled at the sensation and then suddenly realized that might  be due to change in her body due to pregnancy.

The biggest disadvantage of staying in a small city, was that it was also inhabited by small thought minded people. Their minds were so narrowed, that sometimes it scared Seema, that the townies would strangle her with their thoughts and views.

Luckily she still survived wearing the same conservative garb. But what scared her actually, was going out to a medical shop alone and buying a pregnancy test kit. Pharmacy store owners were those strange breed especially of small towns where they scanned you with a roving eye and quizzed you mentally if you were a young girl/woman asking for something as simple like a sanitary napkin or something complex like a pregnancy test kit. Why would someone’s private life mattered to others, was a question Seema would never fathom.

She wished Mayank was here now, he would have easily bought a test kit for her. And she didn’t want to involve any of her friends or colleagues into this mess. If the things went out of control, she would be labelled as something imaginable & there would be no cure available for the irreparable damage to her reputation.

Seema smiled at the memories of her & Mayank’s pseudo identities, while checking into hotels for their rendezvous every 3 months. Sometimes they dressed up as a fiesty Goan couple or one time they went as a loud kacchhi couple, it was fun. And they were good times becuase, even “decent” hotels didn’t demand any ID proof.

Seema decided perhaps, this was the time called for action. Luckily enough, there were no rules and identity cards or signatures required to buy the kit. The stares & whispers behind her back could be later on, Seema thought.

Seema went ahead with this trail of thought and fell asleep. Next morning at work, was spent in the frenzy of organizing women’s day & non-stop meetings. Meetings never bring solutions, Seema thought. They were only useful for showcasing excel and ppt skills. At times, Seema thought she had mastered the art of sleeping with her eyes open.

Luckily enough, she had this opportunity to finally present a speech on Women’s Day & she knew that no matter what happens, this is going to be the best speech ever her company had come across. Nothing would stop Seema, from conquering this challenge and making her mark in HR .

8th March was 2 days away. Two things possessed her completely 1. the thought of being pregnant and second the speech.

Seema came home that day, tired, famished settled down in front of TV for dinner with her mom. Her mom whose dialogues and life now revolved around TV serials, suddenly remarked to Seema- “Your stomach has bulged out a bit, Seema. Even your dresses look tighter on you.” Seema suddenly looked at her mom & her worried expression prompted her mom to say more-“I think we should go to the doctor & consult about your irregular periods. I think we should go to Dr.Kumar, All our neighbours went to her hospital for delivery. She is quite experienced.”

“Mom..” Seema interuppted her. “I don’t want to go to the doctor now, I don’t have time..May be next week, for sure.” Seema said and silently went back to her completing her dinner. She looked at the plate listlessly, the thought of being pregnant numbed her taste senses and everything she ate felt bland to her. Is it another symptom of having a baby, she questioned herself.

That night, before Seema slept, she stripped naked and stepped in front of mirror. She stood front of the mirror and studied her body. She looked sideways, where her abdomen, stomach were out completely, bulging to a point, where yes she definitely looked pregnant. She had put on weight around her thighs & even her face looked puffed up.  The glow was missing from her face, as her nosy colleagues had pointed out.

Seema sighed and went to bed. The only solution to end this anxiety was to buy a bloody test kit and future precautions of course included safe sex.

Early next morning, Seema woke up and started working on her speech again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great honor to put forward few thoughts on women’ s day. I am proud to be a woman. There is not a single day, where i don’t feel proud about myself. And i believe every woman present over here feels the same. Of course there are ups and down in anyone’s life, but i guess that we have learnt to adjust, learnt to be happy and that’s where our strength lies. To be happy and to adjust.

As a woman, we are lucky that we take on so many roles in our life. We are daughter, girlfriend, wife, mother, mother-in-law and grandmother too. We are good at adapting changes in our life. And early enough in our life, we go through so many physical, psychological & emotional changes. These changes sometimes make us strong or weak.

When we are weak, we become too scared of everyone. We start seeking approval from others. Is this correct, does the dress look ok, can i go to a restaurant and have dinner alone..so many countless things. The society wants to give approval to everything we do, everything we say. They want to keep a check.

This women’s day, i would urge everyone  to be bold, not to seek approval from others, to be as we are. Each one of us, be it  a male or a female seeks only one thing & that is acceptance and not to be judged.

We need to, no we have to be bold. Bold enough to make changes, to take decisions, so that we can change our lives for better. If each one of us strive to make a better version of ourselves, then i believe we are making a better society and a better world to live in. ”

Seema looked at the speech she had written. It looked ok now, may be her boss would go through it and correct her grammatical mistakes . Suddenly she had a major taste of acid reflux in her mouth, the sour taste almost killed her tongue and her eyes were filled with tears. She rushed to the bathroom & threw up violently. All the acid reflux and residues of last night’s dinner made a ugly mess in the sink.

She cleaned up and went to bed. She opened her mobile browser & typed- symptoms of being pregnant, the symptoms were there and it scared her. Her ankles were swollen, she touched them, they formed a slight depression and bounced back again slowly, she already had her first bout of morning sickness & the acid reflux was killing her.

Something had to be done, Seema thought. She googled again-Homemade Pregnancy test kit. She tried the available options at home. Seema squeezed out a little toothpaste and a few drops of her pee. But nothing bubbled up or sizzled. Next she tried putting a few drops of pee in a tablespoon of salt, but nothing happened there too.

It was useless, Seema thought. She suddenly pictured herself to be a full blown unmarried pregnant woman. And the stigma which came for free. Her parents would surely die of shame, her neighbors, friends would shun her. She would never get approval of being a good character girl in her society. May be she can run to the mountains and have her baby there. No money for that too, Seema thought desperately.

Desperate times need desperate measures, Seema thought. May be today late evening after work, Seema would drive to the remote part of the city & buy the test kit from a medicine store where perhaps no one knows her. For now, she would have to live with this anxiety till it killed her.

Her speech was approved by her boss and she got home late at night. No time to buy the test kit now. Seema finally decided, to buy the test kit tomorrow morning and till then she just wanted to calm down . Once when the results would be negative, she would never have sex again. OK may be twice a year, Seema smiled at the thought.

It was Women’s day today & Seema left home early to buy the test kit. The affair of buying the test kit went without any event & for the first time in many days, Seema felt relaxed. She even stopped for a coffee and a sandwich.

She decided, she would take the pregnancy test at work and then give the speech. Its going to be a good day today, Seema thought. She reached work, settled down in her cubicle. “Seema, Now.” her boss called out to her. Seema rushed to her boss’s cabin and found the Head HR already there.

“Hi, Seema.” Suvarna Lekha-Head Hr said to Seema. “Hello Ma’am.” Seema said nervously. It was going to be her first main event at work .

“Seema” her boss started “I want you to work on the PPT of our recruitment drive, then the branding mails & then the promotional letters. I need it immediately. So no break, anything you need will be given to you on desk..Function starts exactly at 12.15..” Seema looked dejectedly at her boss & the thought of taking pregnancy test was postponed for now. It loomed heavily on her mind. What if she was really pregnant. Will Mayank marry her or was it just lust between them.

She suddenly felt empty and sat at her desk. She began quietly working on the ppt, branding mails and letters. She didn’t know what she was doing & the mind already travelling on the focus of an unwanted pregnancy. Fear darkened the thoughts in her head & her hands were already cold thinking, what if the test kit, shows positive. What will she do then ? Die..No, Seema thought.

It was still one hour for the Women’s Day programme to commence. She desperately wanted to go to bathroom and take the test kit. The test kit sat smugly inside her bag, calling out to her.

Just as time passes, it was 12.15. Seema knew, this was her moment and she can’t afford to screw up. She walked to the stage, where all the chief guests were sitting. The speech paper tightly clenched in her hand, & suddenly Miss Suvarna called out to her- “Seema,” she said. ” we have received your name for promotion & i am working on that . ” Thank you Ma’am,” Seema said. She beamed happily.  She walked up to the the podium and looked at the crowd in front of her.

This was her moment. Suddenly out of nowhere, she felt a nausea wave building up. No God no, Seema thought i can’t be pregnant. She clutched tightly at the mike and glanced at the crowd before her. Her friends, colleagues, mentor would all shun her. No one would talk to her. She would be shunned out of the society. The Baby & I, Seema thought. I wish i could take the test right now, Seema thought. All the happiness evaporated from her mind as she stood in front of the crowd. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. She had to take the test now, Seema thought. After the speech, her mind rationalized.

She looked at the crowd wave. The Corporate society.  She had to win today, Seema thought. she opened up the crumbled paper and looked at it. I am not pregnant, Seema thought, please God. She began her speech- “I need to pee. Thank you.”

 

 

Tina’s story

Now, Tina was a angry young girl. She used to get angry for infinite silly reasons. When she came out of her mother’s womb, her crinkly little pink face was all wreathed in anger and she refused to open her eyes for whole one day, because she was finally getting used to the comfort zone of womb & someone took her out of it.

She grew up into a tall, lanky lass, her round wired spectacles perched on her nose. The power of being angry gave her happiness.

It was kind of an exhilarating moment to see, when she was angry actually. If the gentle kind reader will imagine with me, she turned into a little engine, steam huffed and puffed out of her ears as she gathered all her energy to curve her eyebrows and turned her bulbous nose in shining red ball.

At first, it all looked cute when she was young, she just looked like an angry fur ball sans the fur, but once when she grew up, it made her look ugly.

She learned from somewhere, probably an idiot box called television, to throw things out of the balcony, she threw spoons, plates, books & Tantrums.

Her mother quietly watched her and worried about her. She didn’t have any idea about what to do with her. She herself wanted to be angry and scorn at the world. But making ends meet at home, didn’t allow her that so she laughed & defused her anger.

Tina’s father ran away with another man when Tina was a 1 year old baby. while the statistics and economics of marital life didn’t bother Tina much, but it surely did affected her mother. She bottled up her anger perhaps on the empty kitchen shelves & swallowed the bitter after taste of staying alone and facing the shame of her ex husband leaving her for another man. Had it been a woman, sympathy would’ve been gained, but a man…

Sometimes when Tina’s Mother couldn’t sleep at night, she wondered how did they make a baby. It was a miracle, Tina’s mother thought.

Nearby Tina in another room would dream that her anger is finally destroying the world & she look happy young girl while sleeping.

But day by day as Tina grew up, her anger issues multiplied. It was not that she threw tantrums because she wanted something, she threw tantrums because she liked it.

Tina actually got tired, once when the anger act was over. The color would drain out of her face, she would calm down and go to bed.

Oh, but dear gentle readers , we have never discussed for what she got angry so much for. If the toast was too hot, she would get angry. If her shoes were missing from the shoe rack, she would get angry. There was a green worm in the pea pod & she would get angry, the television wouldn’t air her favorite program and she would get angry. In fact the whole world made her angry.

And i must tell you, being angry all the time plasters a permanent expression of grumpiness on your face and its a tiring job, lets admit it. A frown never wins anything.

That’s why, Tina’s mother, home schooled her.

One fine day & Be patient my dear readers, the story is coming to an end. When Tina was angry for reason that only God could fathom. It started out as an anger fest, she started by throwing cup, spoons, plates, fork, knives to the floor. Next she ripped the table cloth, pulled down the curtains, she hurled the chair across the room and almost broke TV.

Her mother had finally lost all the patience. They both stood at the opposite each other in the hall room and stared. “I’ve had enough” her mother said. “you are going to clean this room & your room. Then you are going to redo the kitchen and cook us a decent meal. And if you feel like getting angry again, then go outside and empty the garbage can.”

“Mom..” Tina began. Her eyebrows started to curve and the bulbous nose started to grow pink. “No, Tina” her mother interrupted.

“I have had enough of it.” Tina’s mother said again. She threw a book towards Tina and said. “you will be allowed to get angry ,but first finish read this book. ”

Tina gingerly picked up the book & read the title- Matilda by Roald Dahl.

Perhaps this was not a story about a little girl getting angry, It was just a story about a 10 year old girl, who had not yet discovered joys of reading.

I clearly don’t know, what happened to Tina in future. But i can assure you, that books must have made world a better place for her to live in. After all, being angry doesn’t get you anywhere.

Till we meet in another story, be kind.