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It’s more than a week now since my stomach is in the doldrums. It isn’t getting better. I am tempted to have my morning cup of tea. Even that’s off limits. Bananas, and rice are my fate. I want to escape them, but don’t know how.

Yesterday I was super excited  to make a roti (flat bread) on the girdle. I had made a batch of mutton curry with green peas. The smell of it, while it was cooking was heavenly. I ate it, relishing every spoon full. At the same time I was worried whether it would stay in the stomach. It didn’t. Today it’s back to eating rice.

My sister consoled me on the phone with the cryptic remark that I should be glad that I am losing weight, because of sickness. It’s not the same — feeling sick, or losing weight willingly. 

What do you think?



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Don’t Whisper In My Ear

Daily Prompt: Locked and Sealed
Can you keep a secret? Have you ever — intentionally or not — spilled the beans (when you should’ve stayed quiet)?


I could manage secrets, but not now. Why?
My stomach is full to the brim, and I can’t manage anymore.

So please, please don’t tell me a secret. I am likely to spill it out, and then you will want to chop off my head. How will I exist without a head?

For the sake of my own safety I implore you, don’t burden me with your secret.

At present in my life there are two people (shh…shhsh..don’t tell; my sis, and my daughter), who like to tell me……..and it begins with, “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

Me, “I don’t want to promise. If you want to tell me, tell! Or don’t tell me.”

“No! You have to promise otherwise you are going to tell so, and so……..the list goes on.”

Me, “Then don’t tell me.”
They know me well enough. Till now I have never created a rift between two people by saying what someone else said. I have no intentions in starting now.

A secret may slip unintentionally without meaning to. I would like to keep my sanity intact. Please keep your secrets.

Don’t whisper in my ear.