Short stories


“I am in the meeting, I won’t be able to come. I’ll call you back and explain. But don’t book my ticket. I won’t be able to come. Hope you would understand. I am due for promotion, this is important to me. I’ll call you back! “

She disappointingly disconnects the phone. Uma is sitting alone on her sofa. She slight moves left to rest her arm on sofa hand rest. Then just drops her arm on the hand rest with a half-filled teacup. It’s been 25 years she has been living alone. First, her parents wed her against her will and then her husband wasn’t the best of the men and alcohol took his life. She worked hard to make ends meet and the only memory she wants to rewind in her life would keep his 22-year-old son back in her womb forever. Nostalgia rolled down her cheek.

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12 thoughts on “Nostalgia

  1. Danisha, you were able to make me feel sorry for Uma in so few words. which is an art. Loved your story and since I always hope for a happy ending, will look forward to the next part ..

    Neha (Sharing our experiences)

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