Can Ms Shipshape have skeletons in her cupboard? If not skeletons, she may have a surprise or two that she might have shoved away inadvertently and in all possibility, have forgotten about it; only to find one day that it presented itself as a shock which turned into an amusement and later a muse to write about!
I have been carrying the invisible crown of Ms Shipshape on my head with much pride since time immemorial with a few exceptions. And those exceptions have led to furious encounters or the shocking surprises. One such happened just a day or two back, a fresh from oven stuff.
January ushers in a lot of extra-curricular activities (beyond my syllabus of cooking, shopping, general up-keep and governess role) for me courtesy events at School for my children. Red flower, chop sticks, marbles, fake mustache, elephant’s mask, toy gun et al are some of the things that keep me busy in scouting them.
The other day, I was mandated with task of procuring “net” to secure a tight bun that was part of dance competition get up, for my daughter. I knew that I had one, lying in one of accessories boxes in cupboard. As I opened cupboard, the not-so-in-order corner of the shelf welcomed me. It’s the neglected corner (Ms Shipshape has some exception), which is revived to life only on handful of occasions.
As I pulled a vanity box, something dark slithered. It crept out stealthily but not without my sixth sense noticing its satin, cold touch. Proximity to back side of National Park, guarantees uninvited guests at odd hours who creep through the wicked gates of house aka drainage pipes and open galleries. Nudging my innate fear, it slipped on to my lap making me believe that it was none other than the slithery friend.
I was too shocked to glance down. My breath stopped midway not wanting to blow hot air on the guest for appearing at the wrong hour and wrong place and thus fanning its fury. Eyes wide open in dread, I sat motionless thinking whether the guest will spare me for disturbing its siesta. It didn’t move, neither did I, nor the scream that had frozen in my throat.
Next moment, a thought flashed across my mind that vermin guest must have felt equally petrified. To check what’s its next move, I rolled my eyes downwards, without moving my chin a bit and with my eyebrows still arched up. All I could see was tip of my nose and I frowned with squinted eyes. Chiding self, I slowly moved my chin down, with my breath still held back.
The scream that was choked up my throat, found a way out in the form of thunderous, ear popping laughter at the sight that met my panicked eyes. There lay “weaves” (hair extension) nicely braided and now snugly resting in my lap! Picking it up, I held it in-front of my eyes not knowing what to do with it while I was still laughing at my own idiocy. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I couldn’t control the fresh bouts of giggles.
Terror and “weaves” together had woven a great weave of a hair rising tale. Wrapping, pushing it in the pouch to secure it in the box, I thanked the “weaves with a weave”!
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