It was a nothing-special-about-it kind of day. Time was just perfect. At least that’s what Mrs Chitterchatter thought.
Simply because the morning rush hour that sees her juggling frogs was over.
The house help had come and left the house sparkling clean. One needs a brave heart to say so as the house help, most of the times, is in ‘sky is falling down’ type of hurry and her terms of employment has unwritten “no questioning” clause.
The food was ready and kitchen as usual was happy to see her stay away from it. Mrs Chitterchatter believes in giving enough space to kitchen for her relationship with it to stay put!
The news-paper was read and it had roped in much needed serenity.
That day she decided to peel the peas as she had brought not just one or two kilograms but a whopping 5 kgs of them! The day before, she couldn’t resist the temptation of buying the fresh ones from the market at dirt cheap rate, going by the mega metro standards.
Her ego swells up ant size (for the uninitiated – it’s the ant from the ant and the grasshopper story) when her next-door neighbour or friends come rushing to her to borrow bowl full of fresh peas at odd hours of the odd seasons. Another reason is she finds peeling and storing green peas therapeutic.
5 Kgs of peas for ant size swelling of ego? Isnt that too much! Not for her because she shares the roots with hunter – gatherers.
As her hands got busy with pea peeling, her mind wandered to the far-off lanes of memory, crossing over sometimes to present day thoughts. She was so lost yo-yoing between yesterdays and today that she was jostled out of serenity by the sudden buzz of the doorbell.
Failing to decipher the time of the day, she hurriedly opened the door and met with a surprise. There stood Giant Little Kid and Innocent Baby in their sweat soaked avatar!
“Its already the time?”, she wondered as they ambled inside throwing shoes and socks one way, school bag the other and finally throwing themselves on to sofas.
Aghast at the sudden disruption, she got rattled a bit. A heap of peeled and unpeeled peas stared at her so did the hurricane hit look of the living room.
“Children pick up yourself and your stuff. Off to bath”, she goaded them.
“Mom, we are tired”, replied the children in unison.
“And how about you? When are you going to clean up your mess of 5Kgs?”, chastised Mrs AlwaysDoubtful avatar popping up in her mind.
“I will, I will. Don’t I even have freedom to decide what I should be doing when?”, questioned Mrs YouOnlyLiveOnce avatar nestled calmly in another corner of her mind.
“The function of freedom is to free someone else. And look at you. Forget freeing someone else, you have imprisoned yourself under the heap of peas”, remarked Mrs AlwaysDoubtful sarcastically.
“Its worth its weight for the handful of serenity it fetches”, said Mrs YouOnlyLiveOnce avatar with a smile sending Mrs AlwaysDoubtful to retreat.
So, tell me whom would you side with, Mrs. AlwaysDoubtful or Mrs. YouOnlyLiveOnce ?
I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019 hosted by Write Tribe
Its Day 3 and I have used word prompt “Serenity” and the quote prompt “The function of the freedom is to free someone else” – Tony Morrison and the picture prompt of the day as well.
For stories on Mrs ChitterChatter, Giant Little Kid and Innocent Baby, read here