She looked outside her window. The night looked pleasant and calm, unlike her mind, which was brewing a storm with every passing second.
She wanted to be calm like that night – branches of trees gently swaying along with the breeze, flowers nodding along half-asleep, even the air smelled fresh and peaceful.
If only she could be at peace like that! But today no peace offerings were going to pacify her. Broken promises left a sad trail of scars on her mind. Once again, her beloved husband had broken his promise and thereby broke her heart for the umpteenth time.
Why can’t he throw his socks into the hamper instead of stuffing it under the bed? Such a simple request treated with such callousness deserved no kindness of her heart.
Disclaimer: Though this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely intentional. 🙂
This fiction is written as part of the #WordsMatter bloghop organized by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul where 47 of us are coming together to share our musings on the prompt ‘Outside my Window’. I received this tag from Suchita Agarwal at tales of Suchita and it’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Ruchi at The Vagabond.
Void Thoughts 
I like the twist at the end.
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ha ha! that was funny. Good one, Vinitha. I am glad you wrote this one. It made me smile. Thanks for joining #WordsMatter. ❤
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Ha ha! What a twist! A true slice of life. 🙂
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Hahaha! I loved that twist in the end! So true, right! Uff, husbands! 😀 Thanks for participating in the bloghop. Hope you had fun!
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The sock that broke the wife’s back? 😛 Loved the twist! 😉
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Loved your twist at the end..all along the story was in a serious mode, and I just kind of resigned myself to do those chores without cursing, but now at times, I also leave them like that to see his reaction and have a nice laugh later
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Vini your disclaimer stole the show :)))) And these promises are always broken – the truth of life;)
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Hahahaha.. thought it would come up something serious. Very interesting and different take on the prompt.
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This, I can completely identify with. And now there are two more people to break my heart with umpteen pairs of socks. Oh and the wet towels too.
Loved how you did it Vinitha.
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This post should be called the window musings of the darkest minds 😉 You have captured your frustration so humorously here Vini!!
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I’ve stopped worrying about this. Eventually all things land up in the laundry basket.
dropping by from the bloghop
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Ha Ha you captured the window sight perfectly, Have been looking outside my window since ages to find the answer why why why and now the kids seem to follow the same route… Seems we as wives tag are more perfectionist for our home. it seems it is not in their genes this is how I calm myself.
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Ah! I can feel your pain. In my case, it’s my younger sibling! I gave up my case long back and just take care of the mess myself now.
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Now that is something a lot of us will agree with! The twist in the tale surprised me big time!:) Great read!
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It is truly heartbreaking! I’ve decided it’s useless and just do it myself. You got me with that ending.
Happy birthday, Vini. ♥
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ha ha ha, I love the disclaimer part..and am also happy that your fiction is based on the true story of my life. 13 years of marriage and still couldn’t teach a particular person in my house the roadmap to the laundry basket..please write more such fictions…
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Hahahah…..that’s a universal issue, Vini! ;P
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Oh the tale of dirty socks… It’s never ending. 😀 in my home… Unfortunately it’s me🙈
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Definitely based on true stories across many a household. I can see wives sharing this to their hubbies 😂
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Hah, that made me laugh in the end. Been there, done that, can’t be bothered anymore!
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Love the twist to the tale which started on a serious note. The disclaimer was equally funny. The nature of such broken promises will leave any organised wife fuming and unsettled. The bane of my life is the sofa covers. I hate to wake up to see them gliding down their usual place. You know who causes them 🙂
That description of the night when the wife felt peaceful is beautiful.
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