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Excess Baggage

Daily Prompt: Baggage Check
We all have complicated histories. When was the last time your past experiences informed a major decision you’ve made?


She was the new one, and certainly eye catching. Shinning long hair and eyes a lovely shade of green. The male section of the law class got hit right in their chests, and the girls’ section? A vibe of jealousy ran through.

The bell rang. She didn’t get up from her seat. She took out her lunch. Adnan while going out, stopped by her, “Hi! I am Adnan.” He smiled at her.
She forced a smile, “J.”
When he continued looking at her, “J, short for Jabeen.”
“Oh! Are you new to this city?” He asked her.
“No, lived here all my life.” She answered

She didn’t wanted to be rude, but the chap was not leaving.

“Excuse me.” She got up abruptly, pushed her things in her shoulder bag, and left the class room.

For the next few days, Adnan tried to be friends with her. As soon as her classes would finish, J would disappear.

He found her hiding place. He was returning a book, when he saw her sitting all alone, in a corner of the library. He went to join her. When he tried to talk, she whispered, “Sorry, I am preparing for the test.”

Then one day, through another girl Roohi, they all came to know, that J was a divorced mother of a kid.

That put a damper on Adnan’s feelings. This was a new perspective on J. Adnan seriously didn’t want excess baggage.


Excess Baggage

What I liked

Most women like to buy jewelry, clothes,lingerie, shoes and branded handbags. I am sure there may be other stuff too, but at the moment my recall has reached the low level, or say zero point. For myself, I loved crockery. I could never get enough of it. Whenever I saw a piece to my liking, I had to have it. I used to gather dishes and cups the way a person hoards money.

The cupboards in my kitchen and the floor to ceiling display in my dinning room were filled to capacity. My husband would often shake his head at my crammed spaces. My friends and children knowing that I liked crockery as a gift, also bought items to my liking. Once, my daughter’s children had to carry a Lazy Susan with five dishes all the way from America to Pakistan. They were ready to ditch the heavy package in route, but my daughter didn’t let them, much to their disgust.

A few months after my husband passed away, I decided to divide the house into two portions. I moved to the upper portion. It had two bedrooms with attached bathrooms, a small spare room and a long verandah in front. My husband had added another kitchen upstairs on the side of the terrace. There was a servant room with bathroom to one side of it too.

I had to part with most of my beloved items. There was no space for them upstairs. I gave away most of my things, much to the delight of my friends and relatives. In the beginning I had terrible pangs of regret, but thankfully they have subsided. My son would often say to me, “mama,you are allowed only two pieces of baggage by air. All your stuff is going to be left behind, you can never carry it with you.” So true.

Below is a picture of my favorite cups, which I used in rotation for my morning cup of tea.