Wednesday, September 14, 2011


A molecular story
 I woke up at my mother’s voice; “Why are you not waking up? It’s night!”

That was the way she always did it. She would make me feel guilty and irritated, as if I spent the whole day sleeping. It might just be six or seven in the morning, I thought. It was high time I reacted to such a negative start of a day.

I found some quick expressions to vent out my resentment. “What a fine way to start off a day! Why don’t you stop it for at least once?” I said with a voice that was close to a shout, making clear I did not enjoy her comments.

“What did you say?” She asked and paused for a moment in front of my bedroom door, which was open, contrary to everyday.

“It’s night.” She had a blank expression on her face.

And then I felt a deluge of sense rushing into my mind. “You took a nap at noon. Forgot?” she said. But I noticed, she was not mocking me, she kept her expression blank.  
“Good evening viewers, welcome to news at six.” A television news reader greeted his audiences in the next room.   


Writing Buddha said...

Hahaha. Very funny.

Terri said...

Wow talk about being out of sorts
....poor guy did know what was going on...that was some nap!

Saru Singhal said...

That's the reason, I don't take naps now. I feel like sleeping and sleeping. Then it's no more a nap...:)

Anu Lal said...

Thank you friends. Sometimes sleep becomes a crucial factor in teaching us what is meant by being awake. :)