Samar
dreaded whenever Sandra would begin dusting the house. She would come to clean his
study room which would trigger another argument about giving away this rusted
sewing machine. He couldn’t make Sandra understand that it was precious. It was
this machine on which his mother had sewn garments all her life to bring him up
after his father left. Whatever Samar was today, he owed it to this machine
and his mother’s deft hands on it. But for Sandra it was a blot on pricey
interior decoration. He sighed and prepared for another exhausting discussion
with his wife.
Written
for the photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers
Ouch..Arguing with wife! Btw this is sweet. Some things often trigger memories. And some memories are sweet and reminds us of someone's sheer efforts and hardwork.
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Dear Jyotsna,
ReplyDeleteA pity his wife refuses to understand. Nice Story. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
So true this is often the case .....
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
Perspectives...
ReplyDeleteA nice tale, Jyotsna... :-)
Some things are priceless. If only people would understand that.
ReplyDeleteI'm on team Samar!
ReplyDeleteI love how he keeps the memory. Maybe Sandra can be swayed when he tells her that it is a valuable antique?
ReplyDeleteHaha it was lovely reading this! Sewing Machine is obviously a precious asset.
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