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The Invisible Border

There was an unwritten rule concerning our bed (my late husband R, and mine). Wherever we were, I would sleep on the side nearest to the bathroom. R was a light sleeper. He would wake up in the blink of an eye. It was his army way to wake up instantly. He couldn’t tolerate the slightest of noise. I had to be extra careful when he was asleep, so that his sleep won’t be disturbed.

I wouldn’t put on the light. In darkness I would take steps to the bathroom, when the need arose. In the same instant he was considerate, and sweet when I wasn’t in the bedroom, when he would go to sleep. He would put on a light, so that I wouldn’t stumble. My daughter often remarked when she was home with us, that her husband had never left a light burning for her, when he needed to sleep, and she wasn’t there.

Another rule was the invisible border between the sides of our king sized bed. We were not to cross it. Of course he was exempt from this rule. The person who had to follow it, was me. He was the king of our small kingdom (home), and the rule was whatever the king decreed you had to do as he wished. Sometimes he would purposely sleep on my side of the bed, holding my pillow in his arms to tease me, wanting to know how I will take it.

His legs would cross the border into my domain. When I would point out this discrepancy, he had valid reasons — he had longer legs, the bed was small, and I should make generous allowances in his case. Sometimes I would roll to his side in sleep forcing him to the edge. He would try to push me gently to my side of the bed, so as not to wake me and get his space back.

When I would object to something, he would use his ultimate pretext that he could sleep in the guest room if I am not happy. He knew I wouldn’t like it, so he got his way.

I still sleep the same way– on one side of the bed. The other side lies empty.


Daily Prompt


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I don’t need to rule the universe. I have my own small kingdom (my home) to rule. That’s enough work for my shoulders to bear.

Being the ruler entails (besides other duties), keeping guard over the huge upstairs verandah. What do I guard it from? Birds.

The Cuckoos were the first to think of the verandah as a possible home for themselves. And where were they trying to nest? Over the two ceiling fans.

I had to sweep away grasses, and twigs from the area below the fans as many times I came outside. They were keeping an eye on me. The minute my back was turned, meaning I was gone inside, they would swoop down from the top of the roof, or from the trees outside, and start building their nests again.

Shooing them away was a full time job. Soon others of their kind like sparrows, and doves got the same idea. They made sneaky forays into my tiny kingdom –all trying to build their nests.

Whenever I was away from home, and came back after a few days, the whole verandah was littered with their efforts of nest building. Some were in a great hurry. They laid their eggs into their hastily built homes, and the eggs would roll down. More mess for me to clean.

I wonder what’s the situation now that I have been away for two years?😕

Festivus for the Rest of Us

You have been named supreme ruler of the universe. Your first order of business is creating and instituting a holiday or festival in your honor. What day of the year is your holiday? What special events will take place? Describe YOU DAY in as great a detail as you can muster: the special foods we’ll consume, the decorations we’ll use…everything.

There Is a Reason

Daily Prompt: Curve Balls
When was the last time you were completely stumped by a question, a request, or a situation you found yourself in? How did you handle it?


I have my sunny days, and I have my black days. When it’s the latter everything seems doom, and gloom. I feel nothing will go right in my life.

On one of those days, my son (trying to cheer me up) told me a story.

There was a king, and he had a wazir. Unfortunately the king met with a mishap. Part of his one finger got cut off. The king was naturally very, very upset. At this the wazir should have kept quiet (which would have been a wise thing), instead he said, “this must have happened for a good reason. God must have something better for you in his mind”.

As kings are (in stories), the king in this story was outraged, and all chuffed up in anger at the wazir’s quotation. The poor wazir was promptly put in a dark dungeon with little food, and water. He was shackled, and his bed was a cold, damp floor. How he survived? Anybody’s guess!

A few days latter the king, and his courtiers went on a hunting trip. The whole party got caught by a group of cannibals. One by one the king’s entourage got eaten. The king’s turn came.

He was examined to find out whether he was good for eating, and they found him damaged goods, because of his cut finger. The cannibals did have some eating standards (like we all have! 😄), and eating a man minus a digit was not the done thing. The king was free to go.

When the king reached his kingdom, he put forth orders for the release of his wazir. The wazir was called, and the king said to him, “I now believe in what you said to me, but how do you explain your imprisonment?

“If you had not put me in prison, I would have gone with you, and got eaten by the cannibals.”

We should be thankful to God, and with setbacks in life, shouldn’t lose hope.