Shoe Laces

*FICTION*



‘Hi’ Nandita greeted Sanjay as she came home.

“God these shoe laces!” .He said without actually responding to Nandita and continued, “You know, every 10 minutes or so, I had to kept tying and re-tying them. How do people wear sport shoes?”

For a moment Nandita was surprised at him. How could he think of laces at a time like this?

“Sanjay… Dhruv these days…”

“Dhruv … where is he?” interrupted Sanjay”. I had been thinking of him all through the way”.

“Yeah… I too was…”

“He is my son. Yet he is pretty good with these shoe-laces” he interrupted her once again.

This time Nandita was about to lose her temper as he continued “You taught him right, didn’t you?”

“Yes … He is your son. Do you even know…....”

“Five minutes, Nandita… Let me just have a shower”. This time she barely controlled her anger. How could he be so casual, she thought to herself.

“Towel…” He shouted from the bathroom. As Nandita handed him the towel, he continued “Dinner’s ready? And came out.

“Yes… but Sanjay.....”

“Yeah, One second”, as he again looked at his shoes “You taught him, right, Teach me too. Pleaasee” This was attempted with humour. “You prepare the table… I’ll try it once again” And he grabbed the shoes once again.

She stood there, not exactly stunned, her lips pressed, eyes growing wider, clenching her fists tighter as she kept seeing him doing his shoe laces.



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Comments

  1. Ashna 7 April 2013 at 09:46

    Haha! Nice one. The way "suspense" was created as to what about Dhruv she really wanted to say, it's great! I was expecting some sort of revelation, though. Still, it is a simple piece on shoe laces, fun stuff! :P :)

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    1. Priya Arora7 April 2013 at 12:55

      I had to write a <600 words fiction....So dint go further....may be I l continue a scene from here..hehe..Thanks anyways :-) :-)

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  2. SG7 April 2013 at 21:07

    Not being heard creates a tension in marriage. He may think he is listening to her when in fact he may do the opposite. Instead of nagging, she should try other ways for him to listen to her.

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    1. Priya Arora22 April 2013 at 14:04

      I guess it does. U must be knowing better :P :P

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  3. Dreamer21 April 2013 at 23:52

    Oh, I expected something more about Dhruv in the end. And since I didn't get what I expected, I'll wait for a sequel :P

    Nice topic though. And I liked your style of writing, so I think I am going to read more of your fiction waali posts now. ;)
    Keep Writing :)

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    1. Priya Arora22 April 2013 at 14:05

      Hmmm..Now that both U and Ashna have said it, I ll surely think abt a sequel :-)
      aah..I would love to have you as a reader..I'll surely reciprocate too :-) :-)

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  4. Aayush Sharma26 April 2013 at 23:00

    Haha..!! this is the 2nd time i've read someone's blog.. This was all fun stuff, i really loved it.. Simple humorous implication on Shoe Laces.. :D :D

    nd i can say, that I wud really love to read more fiction posts from you..
    Keep Writing, Keep Smiling :)

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    1. Priya Arora24 December 2013 at 19:28

      Oops, the comment got overlooked. Sorry!
      Glad you liked the fun stuff! :) :)

      & considering the date of comment is april 26, I would take this as an opportunity to thank you to bless me with your "keep writing - Keep smiling" wali wishes! :)
      Thanks a lot! :) :)

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