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Meddle

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My late husband had files litter his desk. They were marked electricity, water, tax, telephone, home, pension, land and so on. The desk looked unsightly. The files attracted dust like a magnet. Daily I had to clean it, picking things, and then putting them back. There was no place left for his cup of tea even.

I wanted them to be put on a shelf in the closet. He could take them out when required. He wouldn’t listen, and would look annoyed when I nagged. I was the person cleaning his desk, and every time I did it, my fingers itched to remove them from there, and whisk them away.

One day I took courage in my own hands, and did it, inviting dear husband’s wrath upon myself. He blew it. I walked away from his fury (insides quaking) at my meddling, and left him fuming in rage.

I expected the files back in place on his desk. Strangely it didn’t happen. He gave me a sheepish smile when I called him for lunch. That was his way of apology. An answering smile lit my face, but remembering his unjust wrath wiped it away before he could see it. He didn’t deserve my smile.

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Total

It was a week later that I looked at my Walmart receipt. I was going through my shoulder bag, and wanted to clear the growing clutter in it. It really becomes a mess after a certain period of time. I had bought a sewing machine. The shop had not given it to me on the sale price displayed in the shop. I really should have looked at the total that day.

Needing some items, I was back at the shop, and took the machine sale slip with me. I showed the receipt to the attendant. She said I should have brought back the machine. Told her it was too much hassle packing it to bring it to the shop. Then another thought occurred to the lady. You must have bought it after the sale was over? That’s what she said.

No was my answer. Anyway the lady wasn’t interested in giving the money due to me. The receipt should have sufficed. Lucky for me the sale prices were still in place. After much hewing and hawing got the money from her, but it left a bitter taste. 

What it taught me was to look at the receipt before leaving the shop.

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Total

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Puncture

My car has low mileage, so son prefers we use my car for running errands. Son forgets who ends up with the gas bills? Me — correct! He doesn’t pay a dime.

We had gone to a friend’s party. The minute we reached, a tyre went flat. It looked like the left front had a puncture. At moments like these I’m thankful to God that I live with son. I don’t remember the exact lesson of changing a tyre from the driving academy I first attended. It was years ago, and this was the first time it happened to my car. Son discovered that he couldn’t change the tyre. 

He couldn’t change cause of the missing key of the locks on the tyre. He searched for it within the dashboard where last he had seen it. It appeared that when he had left the car for some minor work, the mechanic must have removed the key.

No key meant no change of tyre. We drove slowly back home at the end of the party. I had to pay for a new key, and new anti theft locks the next day. At the dealer it meant spending one fifty bucks to remove the old locks, so Son took us to a low cost garage where twenty bucks did the job.

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Taper

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My husband was a tea addict. Early morning ritual was a cup of tea while still in bed. I would make the tea, and bring it for him, and wake him up. He would have another two cups at breakfast, then another one at eleven. In between if guests came, he would take a cup, or two with them. There was no doubt about his love of tea. He would pour himself the last drops left in the teapot, or thermos. He would have tea again in the evening. If guests came — more tea. All that was black tea. At bedtime a cup of green tea would be needed.

He liked his tea — strong. We used to get Kenyan tea. R never liked tea made in the microwave. I would boil the tea till it was the right color he liked. The only good thing was that the tea was made with milk, and no water.

With all that tea made by me, I started liking it too. I would have two cups with my breakfast, and another one in the evening with him, when he would come back from playing golf. When I noticed my pearly whites getting stained with the strong tea I brewed, I switched to one cup of tea, and that too microwaved with only one tea bag.

Dear husband couldn’t do without his strong tea, and he remained addicted till he got stomach cancer. As his illness progressed, he tapered off tea. At the end he had to forsake that too. 

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Revelation

Euphorbia milli in red flowers

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I had Euphorbia milli in a couple of my flower pots. Whether they are still there? I don’t know. In November last when I visited my home in Peshawar, many plants had disappeared. My tenent’s servant doesn’t bother to water them. The lady of the house is quite indifferent. Since I was there for a short time, I couldn’t do anything worthwhile. I tried to keep my heartache at bay.

It was a revelation when my late husband R (when he was alive) showed me one of my cactus plant bearing fruit. It tasted incredible. This plant is in our village home. Our watchman had transferred it to the ground near the carport. It bears its’ fruit in August. I could never had imagined the amazing taste of it.

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