Born to a socially ostracized and unwed mother, who worked multiple menial jobs to make ends meet, Tessy was obsessed with making a mark in this world that she sang, “I’m turning the wheels of fortune!”
A brilliant child, she bagged scholarships right from primary school until university and landed a plum job through a campus selection and at each milestone, she sang… “I’m turning the wheels of fortune!”
Tessy’s mom threw a party – a first in her life – to celebrate her daughter’s engagement to her college sweetheart and was overwhelmed with emotions when her extended family embraced Tessy.
A month later, as Tessy’s mom was with her to-be-son-in-law, Tom, planning their wedding, Tessy rang up to say she was at the registrar to marry her boss.
Later that day, Tessy walked in with her husband, returned the engagement ring to Tom, and told her mom, “Better a wealthy guy for a husband than a salaried hunk to turn our wheels of fortune!”
Word Prompt: Wheels
© Nisha Sanjeev
Written for Five Sentence Fiction
He smiled at the young couple, who knocked at the door and went back to reading the paper.
“Hello Uncle,” said Divya as she sprung in.
He smiled, kept the paper back on the table and sat looking at the visitors.
“How are you uncle?” asked the beaming girl, extending her hand towards him.
He smiled, without reciprocating.
“Daddy asked me to tell you that he’ll be at the club tomorrow evening.”
“He tells me that you’ve not been going to the club?” she asked taking her seat.
He smiled. His wife walked in hearing the conversation. “Oh, Divya. I guessed it should be you. Hello, Karthik. I’m so happy, you’ll took time to visit us elderly people…”
“How could I leave without taking your blessings aunty. I was telling Karthik how many days you’ve packed my school lunch after I kicked up a ruckus at home in the mornings…” and turns to her husband and says, “Aunty is an awesome cook and uncle, omg! such an entertainer. I made it a point to come here before my exams. Spend 5 minutes with uncle and I would be de-stressed…” Divya excitedly shared her best moments with the old couple to Karthik.
“This is Divya,” aunty told her husband.
“We had gone for her wedding last week,” she tried reminding her husband.
“She’s Shetty’s daughter. In sector 6.”
“Yes. I know. I know. How is Shetty?” uncle asked.
“He’s fine uncle. He said he’ll meet you at the club tomorrow.”
“I’ve stopped going to the club now. So, who are you gentleman?”
“That’s Shetty’s son-in-law. Divya’s husband.” Aunty pitched in.
“Oh. I see.” He smiled.
“Divya is my youngest daughter, Karthik. After my sons went to university, it was she who filled their space. Both of you should visit your parents whenever time permits,” she advised the youngsters.
“Sure aunty,” Karthik assured.
“What will you’ll take? Coffee, tea…”
“Nothing aunty. We just came to take your blessings. Our flight is at 6pm. We need to rush.” Divya explained and got up.
She touched her feet and went towards uncle to pay her obeisance. As she bent down to touch his feet, uncle turned to his wife.
“Shetty’s daughter, Divya. She’s going to her in-laws today. She’s come do the high-five with you.”
Divya straightened and took his hands in hers. “I’ll miss your high-five uncle.”
Aunty sat beside him. “Listen, this is Divya. Shetty’s daughter. You would wait for her every morning to give her a high-five before she got into her school bus…”
“Yes. Yes. How can I forget. Shetty’s lovely daughter. God Bless you.”
“Bye uncle. I’ll come in December now.”
“Okay. You came with this gentleman?”
“Yes, uncle…” Divya began explaining when aunty cut her short. “Go, dear. It’s getting late. God bless you both.”
She hugged Karthik and told him, “Don’t feel bad son. Uncle was not like this at all…”
“Pls aunty. You don’t have to explain. I understand. I saw my dad wither away. But I must say, aunty, you are doing a great job. You have such patience. That is what they need. Our patience.”
As they were about to leave, Divya saw uncle join aunty at the gate. She got out, walked towards him, lifted his right hand and joined hers to his palm. “I can’t set out on my life’s biggest examination without your high-five uncle!”
© Nisha Sanjeev
Linking this to World Alzheimer’s Day- September 21 at Write Tribe
Also linking this to Ultra Blog Challenge
The widow hugged her son as he left in pursuit of greener pastures.
She lived for his daily evening calls.
After a year, he said, “I’m married!”
Two years later… “You are a grandma!” She blessed him.
One evening she said, “Don’t waste money asking about me. I’m fine if I know you are happy.”
Thereafter, every evening she only said -“God Bless son” – when he said ‘Bye’.
One day he arrived to surprise her. He hid outside and called.
His neighbour came, placed a recorder before the receiver and left.
Dejected he sat down with his pen and diary…
Prompt: I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.
― Anne Frank
© Nisha Sanjeev
Word Count – 100
Written for the 100-word Saturday prompt at Write Tribe
“Where are my cactus gone?” cried Rinky.
“Your dad threw them away,” explained her mom.
“But…at least one…he…” the girl sobbed.
Yes, all three in a row… be glad he didn’t throw your pots, too.”
“Cactus brings bad chi…”
“Rubbish, who says!”
“It’s your dad’s perspective.”
I’m also tagging it for Ultra Blog Challenge.
“Shameless! Switch the damn TV off,” yelled Ramu’s father.
“…ha…ha…oh…” Ramu whistles at the scene.
Dad grabs the remote, “Eh!…exams begin tomorrow…”
“Oh! that’s just formality. I won’t pass anyways.”
“Fact dad. I’ve failed once. Now it’s gonna be only third-time lucky…gimme the remote.”
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