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Tight Corner

Tight Corner
by Ben Huberman
Have you ever managed to paint yourself into the proverbial corner because of your words? What did you do while waiting for them “to dry”?

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My brother-in-law F has a big heart. He is a living example of what his name stands for.

He had some guests at his home. They were a husband, and wife couple. Both of them were bemoaning the fact, that they were short of money for something they wanted.

F’s heartstrings were pulled with their sob story. He offered them his latest BMW, and told them to sell it to get the money.

They were taken aback with F’s generosity. Thankfully they didn’t accept at that moment. Later on they must have thought over it, and decided to accept. Meanwhile F had also regained his senses, and became un-available.

He does klutzy things like that, and my sister has (literally) heart attacks every time he is in one of his generous moods.

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My Sister

Daily Prompt: Delayed Contact
How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?

I have the best of relationships with my siblings: my elder brother, and my younger sister. Life is too short for regrets to have later on. We have always remained friendly with each other, and I hope (to the end of my days), we remain the same.

My sister is soft spoken. When you meet her for the first time, you are bowled over by her appearance, and the way she talks. People are enchanted when they meet her for the first time.

If it’s her home, she will try to make you feel comfortable with her caring attitude.

The first time I went shopping with her to some outlets in Long Island NY, I was amazed at total strangers talking, and laughing with her. One reason is that she is totally at ease wherever she is, at all times.

She comes across as a fun person to be with, or maybe it’s her smiling face, or maybe I am biased cause I am her sister.

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My Sis

I made a cartoon on my previous blog and I was worried. You will ask why? Simply because my sister is a stickler for truth. She will be at you like a dog gnaws at a bone, if she notices a slight discrepancy in what you say or do.

That cartoon was based on a friend, who visited after a gap of eight years.

My sister and I discovered each other later in life. She was away living with grandma. When she joined us (father and the other siblings) Baba (our father) passed away. We were together at uncle’s house, but I was busy with exams and got married soon after I finished.

We took baby steps towards each other in the ensuing years. I can say that now we are friends. We got to know each other. Unlike me, she dresses beautifully. She looks immaculate even after a twenty-four hours long flight. I wonder how she does it? In comparison, I look like a scarecrow. She cooks like a dream. Her house remains tip top. Sadly, she suffers from Parkinson’s disease, and is heroically battling it.

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