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Peculiar 

peculiar thing I found this morning. After emptying the contents of Son’s laundry bag into the washer, I went to his bedroom to hang it back inside his closet. I looked at his bed, it wasn’t made. He never makes his bed, guessing his mother will see to it–unable to let her hands rest a bit. I’m irked that he has left all the good habits I instilled in him as a teenager.

Much to my horror I could see a wee lizard sharing his bed. My heart started thumping loudly in my ears. Son must have kept it warm throughout the night with his body heat, keeping it nice and cozy.

Now what to do?

I certainly didn’t want to pick it, but the thing was Son wasn’t at home, and for the next three to four hours I didn’t expect him to be back home. I couldn’t stay by the side of bed, keeping a watch on it till Son’s return. I couldn’t soil the sheet by thumping it with a slipper. There was nothing left but to be brave, and remove it by myself.

I ran to my bathroom to get a glove on my hand, praying all the while it won’t do the disappearing act on me. I grabbed a paper towel, and in one go swooped on the icky thingy, and after dropping him in the bowl, I flushed him away. 

Finally my heartbeat turned normal.

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Peculiar

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Apprentice 

Apprentice means a learner. At the moment I’m learning how to cut my hair by watching YouTube videos. I had a bad hair experience about three months ago. I looked awful. I kept my hair covered even when there was no one at home to look at me. I looked a fright. Daughter got fed up with my wishing I had never gone into that shop

That got me thinking why not do it myself? It’s difficult, specially cutting hair at the back. Besides I don’t have mirrors at the side, or back. The first time I did it carefully. It wasn’t perfect, but after a week it started looking better. 

Day before yesterday, I had another go. It didn’t end well, since I was in a hurry to come out of the bathroom. I share a bathroom with grandsons, and they were with us for a two day period. The back of my head looks kind of bizarre. 

I’m hoping with a color session my hair may look better, or maybe in a week’s time hair growth will cover up the flaw in cutting. Wishful thinking that’s what I’m doing at the moment.

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Apprentice

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Nuance


Saving on a haircut isn’t a good idea, but that’s exactly what I did. Gone are the days when haircuts used to last for a couple of months. After fifteen days my hair looks a horror. 

The grocery shop from I where I buy my vegetables is next door to a hair salon. I paused while passing it, and read the announcement of a half price. That lured me in, despite the dire warnings from Son who was two steps behind me, that cheap haircuts didn’t necessarily mean good haircuts. I overlooked his nuances.

Son was exhausted. Seeing I wasn’t going to listen to his low rumblings, he settled down in a chair, and promptly went to catch a nap. I felt nervous at getting my haircut from a new person. One never knows what will be the end result? 

I don’t think I will be entering that particular shop again in my lifetime. Once was enough.

The other day passing the shop I wanted to caution a new victim entering it, but gave up the idea. It wasn’t my place to do so.

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Nuance

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Mother’s Room

Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone
Ever have an experience that felt surreal?
Show SURREAL.

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This was the summer when I was thirteen years old. Father had sent us, (my younger two brothers and I) to the village. We were to spend our summer holidays with our grand mother. Father wanted a respite from us. He closed his ears to my pleas of not sending us.

Grandma lived in our ancestral village with her younger sister, (we called her Bibi) and an un married aunt. I never got on well with grandma. She disliked me and I equally disliked her. That’s strange when I think of it now.

In the afternoons I would sneak to my mother’s room. It was to one side of the house. That house is now 130 years old. I liked sleeping in my mother’s bed. Nowadays that room is empty, devoid of any furniture and all the knick knacks my dead mother had. Where all the things went? I have no idea.

We used to fear Bibi. She was blind and as children she would frighten us to make us quiet. One day, Bibi got curious about my spending time in mother’s room. Something unbelievable happened that day.

I lay down in bed to sleep and closed my eyes. I felt a presence. Someone was tip toeing around the bed. I opened my eyes to see. No one was there. After a few moments I closed my eyes. The tip toeing started. I didn’t sleep that afternoon.

The next day the same thing happened. This time I could feel the presence of three persons. On the third day I couldn’t count them. They were so many. I could feel their enjoyment at my discomfort. Some of them had started poking the bed. They didn’t touch me. As soon I would close my eyes, they would go round and round the bed. I got up and after collecting my things, I left the room.

That put an end to my sleeping in mother’s room. I never tried again.

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Mother’s Room