The One Sure Way To Find Your Destiny: The Chennai Ladies, #6

By Glory Sasikala

It wasn't like Nira did not like to dress and look good. She just got irritated that it was a rule. There are always days when one is in such a hurry. And she recalled days when she would see this peculiar look on women's faces in the local bus, and then remember that she had forgotten her earrings. She'd delve into her bag and bring out the emergency pair that she kept there. Faces relaxed and you could almost hear the sigh of relief.
"Bah!" she would think, angrily, "My face! My ears! Noooooo!! Public property I am good and proper!"
But Covid-19 was like a revolution. "I've come to do away with hypocrisy and evil....by being more evil! HAA! HAA! HAA!" (Evil laugh).
"Maybe Covid-19 is the anti-Christ?" she mused, idly. "Maybe he is not a human being, maybe he is not a he either. Maybe it's a disease..."
"Shall I wait Ma'am?" asked the auto driver when they reached the post office. He had charged her a meagre Rs. 70 for the trip. Rewind to six months back, he would have had an arrogant smirk on his face as he stood his ground, "Rs. 150/- and not a penny less."
And she would have looked horrified at the daylight robbery. It would have all boiled down to her having no other choice. Auto drivers were fleecers.
But today, there was no arrogant smirk. There was desperation. There were no people on the streets; there were no school drives…there was nothing! Was it revenge that they had been taught a lesson, brought down to their knees, so to speak? Was Covid-19 the ultimate Karma?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Glory Sasikala
• Release date: Nov 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393362616

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Note from The Author

If you have stopped by to read my work, please write to me at [e-mail] I would love to hear from you. Meanwhile, enjoy your life and remember it’s not just about setting goals and achieving them. It's also about having fun.

Love and Best Wishes, Glory.

PREFACE

THE RELUCTANT PHILOSOPHER

My daughter was about a year old, and in that terrible stage when she walked steadily when I thought she’d fall and she fell when I thought she was walking steadily. This child was different from my son who was then five years old. She had a mind of her own. The paediatrist had written out a chart about feeding times, gradual progression from liquids to solids. Who was he talking to? She made it clear she did not like her food. What she liked were cookies, and she ate them like a squirrel. She did not like to be fed. She ate when she felt like eating and refused to be tied to any kind of plan or routine. To top it all, she had decided that I was her live-in house. She literally lived on me.

I had given up having any goals or dreams in life and all I did the whole day was follow her as she chalked out the day for both of us. It could be a day of pacifying her while she cried, or it could be a day of walking behind her while she made attempts to be independent.

So there I was, sitting on the couch, glumly watching her eating a cookie like a squirrel while the rice I had cooked