"The demand will be met.Aloo shedho it will be for lunch ,"said Nayaki unto herself.Its been a long long time since she had met her own demands.Nayak was stepping out for his morning walk.
A delighted Nayaki beamed and stopped him."Oh ! Can you please lend me a ear ? I am so excited,"she said.Heeding to her request,he sat down on the sofa in the living room ,knowing pretty well that she would be unleashing a tall story..
"I am going to have boiled potatoes for lunch today,"she exclaimed with a sense of elation.
An inexpressive spouse was unmoved.He just said.."So ?"
"Just to keep you informed,that the lunch menu will have boiled potatoes without their jackets,"she went on to say.."Please! Please can you buy 1 kg of potatoes on your way back from your morning walk ?"
Expressing his displeasure ,he retorted..."Potatoes are a big NO and you know that very well.But since you insist and also because plain boiled potatoes are harmless,I shall get them for you.Only on the condition that you promise ,you will not fry them."
Nayaki was pleased and sensing her happiness ,Nayak committed a grave mistake once again....a mistake he keeps repeating but fails to learn from them.He quizzed her..."Why the sudden craving for potato my dear?"
and that was it.She started spinning a yarn and he started yawning...
"Oh ! My Dearest ! The Goddess of writing must be immensely pleased with me.She appeared in my dreams last night.A slim dusky complexioned goddess with fashionable ear plugs,a slimmer smart phone in one hand and a Mac Book Pro in another,draped in a papyrus Saree which is in vogue today,walked down the winding stairs from inside what I could make out must have been a heritage library...
Bespactled in a pair of thin variluxed rimless glasses,very much ' IN ' these days,attached to a long trendy 24 carat golden chain that held on to the frame,she pulled the Saree pallu on to her front and kept walking down.All along I was admiring her svelte figure and the crisp drape.The patterns on the Saree were grids ,down and across with cryptic clues painted in Indian Ink.The Saree was digital I guess.From afar ,as I solved the clues ,newer ones appeared and all of a sudden the patterns changed,Oh! my beloved."
Amazed at the advancement in technology,to my bewilderment the designs kept changing.As I stared,the format moved to a blank ruled Note pad .Glaring at me from a distance,she made signs,indicating me to start writing .I pointed my index finger towards the note pad and started writing in thin air."my dearest.
Over the years,from a joint endeavour by the index finger and the thumb,with the aid of lead,chalk and ink ,you know that as a writer,I have slowly evolved from being bifingered to being decafingered.Shaking a leg has been so much easier, than shaking a lone finger in thin air.I was doing just that.Can you imagine."
Making signals to continue,the Goddess pointed at the address bar ,that ran across the border of the Saree.The intricate designs on the border baffled me.Small solitaire stones sparkled and she smiled at me as if to say."The net is working.You can point,shake ,flip and search."
I looked to my front,to my back and then I looked sideways.The corridors were empty.I stood on a landing unable to move.By now,she was just a step away from me.I admired her dark ebony tresses plaited in a single braid..Must be a computerised image make over ,I mused at the muse.
Dear Goddess ! Bless me that I may have the fodder I need.Endow me with clarity to contemplate and express. I prayed to her fervently...Aren't you pleased with me my dearest ?"
"So be it dear child ,"saying,she had swayed her arms lovingly over my bowed head...
Waking me up from my deep slumber,she blessed me.Caressing me ,she kissed my forehead and
said...
"Its Six AM dearest blogger.Go peel some potatoes and then think."
A delighted Nayaki beamed and stopped him."Oh ! Can you please lend me a ear ? I am so excited,"she said.Heeding to her request,he sat down on the sofa in the living room ,knowing pretty well that she would be unleashing a tall story..
"I am going to have boiled potatoes for lunch today,"she exclaimed with a sense of elation.
An inexpressive spouse was unmoved.He just said.."So ?"
"Just to keep you informed,that the lunch menu will have boiled potatoes without their jackets,"she went on to say.."Please! Please can you buy 1 kg of potatoes on your way back from your morning walk ?"
Expressing his displeasure ,he retorted..."Potatoes are a big NO and you know that very well.But since you insist and also because plain boiled potatoes are harmless,I shall get them for you.Only on the condition that you promise ,you will not fry them."
Nayaki was pleased and sensing her happiness ,Nayak committed a grave mistake once again....a mistake he keeps repeating but fails to learn from them.He quizzed her..."Why the sudden craving for potato my dear?"
and that was it.She started spinning a yarn and he started yawning...
"Oh ! My Dearest ! The Goddess of writing must be immensely pleased with me.She appeared in my dreams last night.A slim dusky complexioned goddess with fashionable ear plugs,a slimmer smart phone in one hand and a Mac Book Pro in another,draped in a papyrus Saree which is in vogue today,walked down the winding stairs from inside what I could make out must have been a heritage library...
Bespactled in a pair of thin variluxed rimless glasses,very much ' IN ' these days,attached to a long trendy 24 carat golden chain that held on to the frame,she pulled the Saree pallu on to her front and kept walking down.All along I was admiring her svelte figure and the crisp drape.The patterns on the Saree were grids ,down and across with cryptic clues painted in Indian Ink.The Saree was digital I guess.From afar ,as I solved the clues ,newer ones appeared and all of a sudden the patterns changed,Oh! my beloved."
Amazed at the advancement in technology,to my bewilderment the designs kept changing.As I stared,the format moved to a blank ruled Note pad .Glaring at me from a distance,she made signs,indicating me to start writing .I pointed my index finger towards the note pad and started writing in thin air."my dearest.
Over the years,from a joint endeavour by the index finger and the thumb,with the aid of lead,chalk and ink ,you know that as a writer,I have slowly evolved from being bifingered to being decafingered.Shaking a leg has been so much easier, than shaking a lone finger in thin air.I was doing just that.Can you imagine."
Making signals to continue,the Goddess pointed at the address bar ,that ran across the border of the Saree.The intricate designs on the border baffled me.Small solitaire stones sparkled and she smiled at me as if to say."The net is working.You can point,shake ,flip and search."
I looked to my front,to my back and then I looked sideways.The corridors were empty.I stood on a landing unable to move.By now,she was just a step away from me.I admired her dark ebony tresses plaited in a single braid..Must be a computerised image make over ,I mused at the muse.
Dear Goddess ! Bless me that I may have the fodder I need.Endow me with clarity to contemplate and express. I prayed to her fervently...Aren't you pleased with me my dearest ?"
"So be it dear child ,"saying,she had swayed her arms lovingly over my bowed head...
Waking me up from my deep slumber,she blessed me.Caressing me ,she kissed my forehead and
said...
"Its Six AM dearest blogger.Go peel some potatoes and then think."
