Samiran came out of the doctor’s chamber into the street. It was getting dark. LED lights, one by one, started illuminating the various showrooms on the street. However, Samiran’s heart was engrossed in darkness after hearing what the doctor said. He had never expected this would happen to him.
He started walking towards the bus stand which was across the street. Just below the doctor’s chamber there were three bakeries. Fancy cakes and pastries were lined up royally like contestants from beauty pageants on the shelves of those shops. Samiran tried his best to avoid eye contact with those pastries but like sexy femme fatale those pastries were alluring him towards them. Each one had a distinct colour, flavour and decoration. All of them were juicy, creamy and voluptuous. Samiran felt like grabbing all of them.
Samiran tried to walk fast but he felt as if those beauties had tied his legs. Unable to resist the temptation he entered one of the bakeries. He stood in front of the bakery display case and started ogling each and every item. It was difficult to settle for any one. Eventually he ordered a custard and cream pie. He pulled a chair and sat waiting for the coveted pie to be served. His mouth was already salivating with anticipation.
The pie was served and he was about to dig into it when he saw from the corner of his eyes someone standing beside him. He looked up and saw Manisha, his wife, frowning at him in disgust. Even before he could say a word in defence, Manisha turned around and went to the boy at the counter. Within few seconds the boy came and almost snatched away the pie.
Samiran and Manisha were standing at the bus stop, Samiran too ashamed to even look at Manisha, he felt committing murdering would have been a less heinous crime. He knew as soon as they reach home she would burst at him. The others in his family would also join her. They would make him feel as if he had been caught visiting a brothel. This is the humiliating treatment a diabetic gets from his family if he tries to steal little bit of happiness in the form of a pie.
I am participating in Bar-A-Thon, organised by Blog-A-Rhythm. This challenge is to write seven posts in a series, every alternate day beginning June 17th. This is my second post, and today’s prompt is – “The Life of a Pie“.
First post prompt “The Fault in our Stares”
Third post prompt “Of Ice and Men”
Haha..Good one. A nice twist in the end. I enjoyed reading it. 🙂
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Thanks Deepa…I am glad you enjoyed 🙂
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It requires all the will power to stay off those tempting sweet beauties. Well written Balaka 🙂
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Yes ..I know how difficult it is.. especially if you love sweets…thanks Radhika for your comment. Am glad you enjoyed.
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Ahh, nice twist at the end! Wonderful narration that brought alive the alluring smells and guilty pangs as well! Now I really feel like having a whole pie!
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Go ahead and grab one…. btw. Thanks for the comment and am glad you loved it
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What a wonderful story teller you are , Balaka ! I love the flow on your stories that keeps the reader hooked till the end . Enjoyed it so much .
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Thanks a lot dear
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Sorry * in your stories . The on was a typo
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Ha ha ha….I understood…and this shows what kind of grammar nazi all of us are 😀
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Hahaha. I would love a nazi like that to mind my Grammar . Lol.
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We all need a nazi…whom we call editors to improve our writings…don’t we?
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So true. Keep writing these awesome stories, Trina.
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Thanks for encouraging….
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Ahhhhh – I was thinking “give the man a break – let him enjoy his pie” Hahahahaha – good twist – enjoyed this read:-)
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Thanks a lot for your lovely comment…i am glad you enjoyed
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Ooooh the temptation is so real and hard felt in this post- kudos for bringing it out with such verve. Great attempt at the prompt and rocking it Balaka – cheers
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Thanks a lot….I am so happy that you enjoyed the story
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Oh God I was thinking what did the Doctor say to the man for his heart to be engrossed in darkness. Is he going to die? I wished – let him have a piece of pie or cake or pastry. Thank God for the twist in the ending, he is not going to die, not immediately. What a mystery!
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The doctor diagnosed diabetes..and for a person who loves sweets, this diagnosis is no less than death…Thanks for liking and commenting.
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Loved reading this! My dad was a diabetic and I know this first hand.
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My Dad also diabetic 😀😀
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😀 😀 This is my Maa’s story…. sotyi … ekdawm same… the only difference being she loves eating different misties… 😀
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Eta Amar Babar story😂😂😂
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It’s hard to resist the temptation! Great twist. 😀
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Yep…. irresistible
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😆 Beauties tied to his legs…I love that line!
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Thank you…I am happy you liked them
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Balaka take a bow- this was such a fantastic take on the theme. I kept wondering why the hell did she give him that look and the pie was taken away. Never guessed the obvious. Loved this piece!
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Thanks a ton Akshata…..i am so happy that you liked it 😃😃
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Heh heh – that could well be my husband and he isn’t even apologetic.
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That’s my Dad
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this story was hilarious…i can relate to it because i know that under no circumstance, i can ever avoid any baked item! i have a sweet tooth and its my first love. thanks for writing this story. loved it.
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Thanks for liking the story😊😊
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