Death on Karnataka Express
Death on Karnataka Express
The sudden jerk of the train coming to a halt shook me out of slumber. I was sleeping on the middle berth of a three-tier AC coach. I moved the pungent smelling inflexible curtain and tried to peep through the window. The sun was yet to rise but the morning blue had taken over the milieus. It looked like the train was moving through the outskirts of a city. I got my wristwatch out of my backpack and checked the time. It was 6:30 am.
We were travelling in Karnataka express from Bangalore to New Delhi. My initial job training got over in Mysore and I got posting in Chandigarh. Mom was paying a visit to my sister in Bangalore and hence was accompanying me back till Chandigarh.
The last time I checked in the night, when we reached Bhopal, the train was running on its scheduled time.
I thought, ‘we must be approaching Agra by this time.’
I slid to my left and looked down at the lower berth. Mom was still sleeping peacefully. A sensation urged me to use the washroom. I slowly got down in a crouching position, making sure not to wake her up, slipped into my slippers and walked through the narrow passage towards the washroom.
After using the washroom, I decided to look outside the entrance door of the coach, since the train hadn’t yet moved. There is no more serene sight than countryside right up early in the morning. I leaped outside the gate but there was no one in sight. ‘Probably most of the people are still sleeping’, I supposed. ‘It was a good four hours still left for us to reach New Delhi, if the train reached at its timetabled arrival time.’
The huge iron wheels slowly started moving making a screeching sound. I shut the door and walked back to my berth. The berth opposite to mom’s berth was empty.
‘The elderly man would have got down at a station somewhat late in the night, as I was pretty much awake past midnight’, I pondered.
Five more minutes passed by and the train gathered momentum. The rural dwellings in the landscape were being replaced by more urban infrastructure. I knew that the railway station was about to arrive and considered having a cup of tea and some biscuits. Mom usually is an early riser and it was way past her regular wake up time. ‘
‘I guess she wouldn’t have an idea what time it is’, I assumed.
She didn’t prefer tea prepared at stations but I, nevertheless, thought of asking her before the station arrives. I feebly called out, “MOM.”
“Mom…Mom…MOM”, I kept calling gradually increasing the pitch of my voice. She didn’t respond leave alone waking up.
I touched her feet to wake her up but she didn’t respond this time either. I started shaking her arm slightly and simultaneously calling out ‘mom…mom…mom.’ It felt as if she was intentionally not waking up.
I touched her forehead. It was damp and cold. Initially I thought that the air-conditioning might have done it. Her cheeks were even icier. I didn’t know what had happened to her. I kept shaking her arm and calling her for more than two minutes but she didn’t budge a single bit.
I was beginning to get worried. I didn’t know what to do. I could see the train slowly entering the station through the window and thought of trying to wake her up one more time.
She didn’t respond.
By now the glitter of sweat was shining on my forehead. I was getting more and more nervous and anxious as time passed. Somehow in these sorts of situations, negative thoughts are the first ones to swarm your mind.
They didn’t spare me either and for a second I thought, ‘Is Mom dead?’ The more I was trying to wake her up, the stronger the sinking feeling became. I knew I had to remain calm and try to think my way through, ‘what if she was actually dead.’
In my custom and tradition the first thing that happens is, as soon as you get to know that either of your parents or any blood relative has passed away, we aren’t supposed to eat anything till the final cremation rituals are performed.
I quelled my mind and focused on the difficult task at hand. I started deliberating, ‘should I get down at Agra or should I continue till New Delhi and seek some help there? Should I call someone right away?’ Should I seek some medical help in the train itself?
My heart was breaking in fact shattering.
I knew it was going to be a long…really long day ahead. The thought of not eating anything for the next two days was already eating my mind. I decided to get down to at least have a cup of tea and couple of cookies. The train was about to move and I had to act fast.
I immediately got down and went to a railway tea stall. The vendor was selling some stale tea but there wasn’t any other option in sight. I decided since I might not get anything else; let me purchase two cups of tea. I purchased a packet of biscuits and put it in my jeans’ rear pocket. I thought of having one cup right away but that same screeching sound of the iron wheels started.
I hurriedly reached the metal door and a fellow passenger helped me board the train again.
I was making my way through few people who were beginning to wake up, making sure I don’t spill any of it.
The eerie feeling of having tea right next to my dead mom also came over me for a second but the contemplation of being hungry for the next two days made a starving sensation in me and I thought, ‘what the hell! Let me have it. There wasn’t anyone who knew me or would complain that I had tea and cookies after mom passed away.’
As soon as I reached my berth, I was dumbfounded and speechless by what I saw.
Mom was wide-awake sitting upright and combing her hair. She annoyingly looked at me and began, ‘how many times have I told you not to get down on every station. What happened to you is everything all right? Why do you look so astonished?’
I handed her a cup of tea interrupting her and sheepishly said, “I got down to bring you some tea and biscuits.”
“In all these years have you ever seen me have this railway station tea?” she added.
I knew it was embarrassingly awkward what had conspired into my head and decided to tell her the ordeal of buying two cups of tea.
She broke into a loud uncontrollable laughter. I joined in. I told her that the first thought that came to my mind after seeing my mom dead, was to have tea and biscuit.
We kept on laughing till we reached New Delhi.
To this day, whenever we discuss a train journey, we roll in fits of laughter remembering this episode.
For all those who love their moms,
For all those who have lost loved ones,
For all those who are fed up of such rituals,
For all those who love trains,
For all those who love humour…
It’s not a GoodBye…
But It’s a GOOD BYE
Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul
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In the middle I just felt sad but the end is happening . loved reading the post
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For sure 🙂
A thread of satirical humour runs through this piece. I can identify with the scared about not eating part. I can’t stay hungry ever, and thought I might have frozen on the spot than run for tea, I do understand the protagonist’s dilemma.
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Thank you so much Namratha, for liking the post as well as understanding the Dilemma 😀
Need this lovely encouragement to come up with stuff like this 🙂
I loved the narration and the quandary faced by your protagonist. It could quite easily happen to just about anyone. Good writing, keep it up.
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Interesting account. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this one. Good going!
Thank you so much Prerna. Do check out other ones… Hope you like them.
Simply loved the narrative…
Thank you Subhadip for the encouragement.
One of the most entertaining posts read in #MyFriendAlexa. You have a knack for humour which lurks on the edge of a serious scenario. Absolutely loved it!!! Please write more such super entertaining storylines. #readbypreetispanorama
Thank you so much Preeti for such kind words. Keep visiting and appreciating n I will keep writing such stuff.
I’m still not that mature to take jokes on dead mom. It scares the hell out of me 🙁
Hi Sanjota..thanks for dropping by and reading.
I feel humour is the only thread that can bring light in the darkest of times.
Rest I can completely understand if you dont approve of it.
Keep visiting…Keep reading…Keep commenting.
Loved reading this on a sunday morning
Thank you so much Pooja. Hope it puts your sunday on a humorous note 🙂
Humour is something we all need in our daily life. I loved the way you narrated it and the ending too. The very fact that we are bound by rituals and the rules that we must follow at certain times while throwing practical thoughts to caution is something that needs to change. The way your protagonist finally made up his mind is fabulous. That is what we need to do.
Thank you so much for your kind words.
Wow, what a turn the story took.
Thank you so much Sindhu
We are all bound by our speculations like this especially when it comes to our loved ones. I read this narration as an anecdote that you shared, but reading the comments, now, I am confused. Is this a piece of fiction???
Hahaha… What difference does it make Meenakshi… But let me tell you… It is inspired by true events.
oh god, my heart was pounding at the stage where she was returning with tea, you’ve balanced the story perfectly with humor in the end. great writing skill you have.
Thank you Richa for your kind words and encouragement 🙂
Mixed feelings while reading, nice write up.
Thanks for the comment. Hope you will take it in good spirits. Smile 🙂
From your title, I had assumed your mother (no offence) had passed away and the passenger next to your birth was responsible. I was getting angry why you thought eating biscuit was more important that dealing with your mother’s body. Then you sprung surprise that mother was alive. Nice twist.
Thank you Abhijit ji… I am glad that you arent angry anymore 😀
My heart sank to read the post in the middle. Thank god it was just your imagination!!
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My heart sank as I progressed and then the twist… Great story!
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Oh God, what a story, Manas! I didn’t know whether to be sad on mother’s supposed death or to laugh at the thoughts of food racing through your mind. You turned a sad affair into a hilarious read.
Thank you so much Anshu. That was the trick. That is what the Joker is for.
Hahaha… enjoyed reading the story. The twists and turns kept me hooked:)
Thank you so much Aditi. Keep visiting.
haha! Enjoyed reading it! I thought the dead person would be the elderly gentleman next to your berth :p Such fun anecdotes run for ages in the family
Hahaha nice one… Could give that twist in another post
I thought you must be dreaming about it but the tale took a different turn. At least it was a happy ending. Interesting read.
Thanks Deepa for the encouragement
Thank God, we all know that everyone has to die one day, but I was not ready to accept it the way it was appearing to move! Anyway lovely narrative.
Thank you so much sir.
I was scared till I reached end about what would happen next, but you were perfect in narrating humor. I had faced this situation in real life for my distant uncle so was more scary to read.
Thank you so much Pragun. Never intended to scare you.
No that’s fine, i understand its the beauty of gr8 writer. Coincidently it related to a true story in my life & i connected it with my memories.
This gave me goosebumps manas.. glad that it ended well. And I’m highly impressed with your writing. Will check up other posts too.
Thank you so much for the appreciation. Please do check others… Will love your feedback.
Superb! Enjoyed reading the twisty tale. It’s actually humorous to think that the boy was so hungry that he actually wanted to eat besides his dead mom. Love the dark humour here. Good one! #surreads #myfriendalexa #blogchatter
Hhahahaa…that was the hook…thank you so much for dropping by. Do spend time on others as well.
haha.. well done. dark humor is a difficult genre. But you have done an outstanding job, Manas!
Thank you so much Priya for the encouragement. Please keep visiting and supporting 🙂
Lovely writeup 🙂 true or not…
Thank you Jayanthi. Keep visiting.
Bwahahhaa. When I first saw the title, I thought this was going to be a murder mystery. Thank god all ended well. Your mom must be a super sport!
My heart was beating super fast reading this. Thank God everything was fine.
Hahaha…thank you Anchal for liking it. Hope your heart is back to normal.
This was a bit scary. I loved how you have vividly described your surroundings.
Thanks Aparna. For me, more descriptive the surroundings more relatable the thing becomes.
There was a lump in my throat when I read that the mom had passed away and then the human trait of hunger pangs humored me. An interesting twist Manas! Thank God Mom was alive. Enjoyed the post.
Thank you Dipali for visiting…reading and liking the story. I believe humor is something which binds us together even in the darkest of scenarios.
In the middle the thoughts sounded harsh you know. But I loved the end. And then again our stomachs start growling whenever it needs replenishment. Does not make a difference what other circumstances may be prevailing.
Hunger can strike anytime sirji… 😀 😀 Hope you liked it 🙂
From the title of your post, I deducted it must be our own ‘desi’ “Murder On The Orient Express”. But the twist-at-end turned out to be more surprising and wittier. Keep dishing out such humorous stuff. Did it really happen btw? 😀
Hahahaa…I am glad that i was able to surprise you Jheelam. hmmmm lets see….actually it did happen 😀 😀
Haha.. very nice…your first thought was to have have something to eat..
Hahaha…see priorities are priorities 😀 😀
Hats off to you because I can’t imagine this even in the wildest of my dreams. Its not easy to joke about such a serious issue but you have pulled it fantastically. Loved the narration and the backdrop. Do you have a similar sense of humour in real life too? If yes, then you are one lucky man! Interesting read. Will read more from your blog.
Thank you Rashi for your kind words. I guess its really difficult to create such kind of humor if you arent like that in your real life. I am like this and hence the name ‘JOKER’ 😀 😀
Please do check out more and would love your feedback and others as well.
Alert: Apart from humor there are a lot of heartbreaks as well on the blog 🙂
Sure, will read more 😀
You got me there, Manas! I was literally like, ‘The protagonist’s Mother is dead, and all he can think of is Tea and Biscuits!’ and there was the Mother, fit and fine! Phew, Thank God!
Thank God you liked it. My sister warned me that people might hate me for the same. Hope you see the fun side of it. Please keep visiting 🙂
Is this something that really happened with you or is this a piece of fiction?
hahaha…Avantika does it make any difference. But yeah it did happen…and Mom still laughs uncontrollably every time she remembers it 😀 😀
I was really worried reading this! You definitely had a good twist to end with! Good one! Yes, even I had the doubt just like Avantika! 🙂
I have replied to Avantika, Jayanthy. Hope you both will see the fun side of it 😀
and wont hate me for having the tea 🙂
This post gave me goosebumps 🙂 Your post is super-narrative, please keep writing.
I got scared for a moment too but was relieved reading the end.
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I was literally shaking with suspense while reading your story, thank God it ended on a happy note.
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Thank you so much for liking and appreciating it. Just wanted to know whether you are one person or two or your name is simply like mine – one with two first names 😀
Initially when I read the title, the first picture that came in my mind was Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express..:-) you did a the magic with your words. Truly humorly suspense cleverly weaved in words.
Thank you Alpana for liking the writing. Hope you would read others as well and keep encouraging 🙂
I loved how it is narrated! Amazing #Viddhreads #MyfriendAlexa
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Whether it’s a fiction or real incidence , you have succeeded in depicting raw , honest & that’s why believable emotions till the very end. Death on Karnatak express packs the punch in bluntness . #MyFriendAlexa #SujatawdeReads
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Ha ha! I sincerely hope this is just a piece of fiction!
Hahaha… Where is the fun in fiction 😀
Couldn’t fathom how a son could think of having food even as he thought his mother to be dead! But I believe that was the best part in the whole story. I had a hearty laugh after reading the end. Loved it!
Thank you so much for loving it. I am glad that before you began to hate the son you ended up with a laugh and it melted away 😀 Keep visiting 🙂
Nicely narrated. I liked the way you expressed so deeply
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Hahaha, Oh my God, who thinks about food in such situations. I totally loved the twists in the tale. Superb narrative!
Thank you so much Neha for liking it. A hungry guy would definitely think about food in any situation 😀 😀
Ohh… what a narration. simply wow!!! loved it thoroughly
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It’s humour that saves the day!! Liked reading this.
Exactly Pratikshya. Thanks for liking it. Keep visiting and supporting 🙂
I liked this story. what your protagonist went thru was a very normal, logical chain of thought. Makes me question age old beliefs and the wisdom behind them
Nice that someone actually sees the humane practical side of it too. Glad you liked it. Keep visiting 🙂
Thank god for the happy ending! Though you kept the humor going on with the “eat or not” dilemma, it surely felt bad losing a mother like that. Great read. Kept me hooked till the end.
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Beautiful!!! Loved The twist & turns. Loved the satiric element!!! Loved It Reading!!!
Thank you so much Tina. Thanks for loving it. Keep visiting and encouraging 🙂
An interesting twist in the narrative, Manav. Enjoyed reading it.
Thank you so much Huma. Just hope it was for Manas and not Manav hehe
Manas. It was a yypo. Not to hurt your feelijngs.
Hahahaa… Are I know Huma ji… Just kidding 😀
quite a story!
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While I was reading, I was feeling wtf, what is he going to do when he will find that his mom is really no more after having the tea but you twisted it really well and keep me glued to it till the end.
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What an interesting post. I enjoyed this thoroughly, though a chill did run down my spine for a while there.
Thank you Samantha for appreciating the post. Hope the compass is pointing true north 😀
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I like your writing style. Can very much relate to the words written. Looking forward to enjoy some new piece of writing.
Thank you Nidhi for appreciating the writing and your kind words. Please do visit again and read some more 🙂
You have such a wonderful and breezy style of writing, manas. I was on tenterhooks while reading your story. Thank God it ended on a positive note. Kudos!
Thank you so very much Deepti. Really appreciate. Please do check out other posts…hope u like them.
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‘For those who are fed up of such rituals’ – the phrase I liked the most! A went through a lot of emotions reading your post… To simply put it I simply loved it 😊
Thank you so much Haimanti for liking and relating to the writeup. In every article I put these ‘for all those’ which I feel are relevant. Please keep visiting and appreciating 🙂
Will surely do… Thanks to #MyFriendAlexa that I am now introduced to a lot of wonderful storytellers 😊
Same here same here… Its a universe of them out there…just slowly connecting the dots 🙂
This is a fantastic story, Manas!
The twist is great but more than that is the narration and the ability to pull off a joke in such a serious situation. And frankly, it does not feel awkward or wierd even one bit.
Oh, the accompanying photo is lovely too!
Thank you so much Sona. On this super active day on my blog if you wouldn’t have commented…it wouldnt have been complete 🙂
Thanks for liking the pic as well. I have clicked it too…but in Kerala 🙂
Now I am a fan of your photographic skills as well! 🙂
Hahahaha…to soon to be a fan of that…but you can definitely follow me on Instagram for some pics from my travels 🙂
That hits all marks of perfect story Manas, keep it up bro.. fantassstic one. Have fun and best wishes for remaining Alexa time…
Thank you so much Adi for liking the story. A bigger thanks for the heartfelt wishes..really need them… You too have a great time at Alexa. Every dog has its day…I can say mine was today 🙂
Honestly, I thought you were being paranoid and did expect your Mom to be hale and hearty. The real funny part was getting down stale tea too just to avoid going hungry for two days. Are you a foodie?
Thank you Varsh for visiting and appreciating. I believe hunger can make one do weird things…i just had tea and biscuits. Btw I am a foodie 😀
Loved reading it! The title intrigued me and I was hooked to read till the end.
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Omg that feeling itself is scary.. I too get some day dreamd like this..
Hahahaa…i know that is scary and that is why humor is there to save us.
Awwww!! For a moment I was scared, nervous and sad. I was really happy with the ending !! Loads of love to your mom !!
Thank you so much Neha for the lovely wishes. I am glad that you liked it and arent scared anymore. Please keep visiting and encouraging and pushing 🙂
Manas, your writing is class apart. Please write more often. I love reading the alternate perspective that you provide in every single write up.
Thank you so much Sonia ji…you are toooooo kind and generous. But thats what I love. Hope to bring more smiles to people’s lives 🙂
I like this transition of thoughts from a sad ending story to suddenly a hilarious one. I lost my grandmom this way at home when she didn’t get up one morning for her morning cup of coffee.
I am so sorry for your loss Geethica…never intended to dampen anyone’s mood. Do read others…hope you like them. Thanks for visiting 🙂
Ahh this was shocking and it took me back to a dream I had. A similar one without these happy turn of events. But hey! You turned it around and that dream is for another day 🙂
Thank you so much Ranjini. Hope it always turns out like this 🙂
What a twist! My heart was sinking reading the lines but as soon as I read the hair combing lines, I laughed out loud. Loved it
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Oh so many twists and turns!. I was sad and then happy about your mother and of course you. Even in this difficult time you could think of tea and biscuits!
Thank you so much Vandana.
You left us hanging there! What had happened to the mom?!!???!!!
She is all hail and hearty Suchita. Thanks for visiting 🙂
I like your writing style, simple yet stylish
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OMG my heart almost sank in between, but loved the ending. Happy to know your mom is fine. Great writing.
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*In case it is a real incident 😉
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Aww this is an amazing story! Was feeling very sad as to what will he do next! All well if it ends well! Happy ending! Keep writing.
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The narration is gripping until the end and interesting. Good!
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Honestly, you have shaken and woke me up from my monotonous reading spree. It was a roller coaster of emotions, I felt sad reading the ‘what if dead mom’ angle, got angry on the chai and biscuits urge (which is very much humane) and laughed out with WTH thought in the end.
It’s a nice read and your narration style Top it up so well.
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Well written. To write humour is tough. Keeping the reader hooked is difficult. You managed to do both entertainingly. Keep writing.
Thank you so very much for the encouragement Preethi
Its funny how in extreme grief your mind wants to do some very normal things – lik ehaving tea and biscuits. Whew! I am glad mom was well in the end…
Thank you Nayantara for seeing the humor in it. Please keep visiting.
Thanks you so much.
That was one unique piece. Left a comical expression on my face 😀
Thank you Leha…i am glad you liked it.
A unique post and to know that happened for real 😀
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Oh God!! You really scared me, and at the end i actually m laughing out loud and actually rolling on floor 🙂 you truly are a narrator 🙂 🙂
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Pheww The post made me relxed in beginning then scared and at last smile
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Shocked and Suprised … after, the element of surprise. Nice narrative. All’s well that ends well
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That’s very interesting read. How Beautifully you plotted the tradition, emotions and delimma. Love the happy ending. #myfriendalexa #dewreads
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What an emotional read and halfway thru my heart was sinking and thought to move towards an end to read if everything was okay or not.. Bless you!
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Ah! This is the first thing that I am reading on a Sunday morning and you had me in splits with this funny little anecdote. Loved your narration, Manas.
Thank you so much Rohan for the encouragement. I am happy that your Sunday began on a funny note. Enjoy. Keep visiting.
This was hilarious. It is well written and at the same time it is the correct amont of humour. I loved the way you described the part where you felt hungry and I could totally imagine myself doing something similar in such a sitaution. Looking forward to more of your stories 🙂
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I will for sure. Do let me know when you publish your next one. If you could even visit my blog and share some of your valuable feedback on how I can make it better, it would be wonderful 🙂 Thanks again 🙂
You scared me to the core. But thank god your mother was alright. I feared what is so difficult for a child. The only feeling of loosing the most precious person of one’s life is enough to go mad. Wish your mom a longer life 🙂
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It had a mix of everything to keep your reader hooked. I takes a lot to come up with such tight knit story narration. Enjoyed reading it.
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What a fantastic narration Manas! When the story telling is so good you like to read! Very nice job.
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Brilliant narrative! Just when my mind went towards how he would arrange for the funeral and the myriad memories he would narrate about his mom, you gave the story a FAB twist! hahaha…loved it totally!! Keep writing! Reading your work is a pleasure! #MayuraReads #MyFriendAlexa
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My Nani expired in train after she was returning back home distributing my Masi’s wedding cards to other city…Not all are lucky be like you..Stay blessed
I am so sorry for your loss Ruchie. This was just a fiction on a lighter note 🙂
The “staying hungry till rituals” was good if it was anyone else other than the mom. It would have been a real riot then. But then you wrote it well and it is your story so good going Manav. #wordsmithkaurreads
Sorry, typo..Manas *
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Mind is capable of creating the make believe situations! This one was a scary though. Survival instincts always has upper hand over any ritual or logic.
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It felt to me a piece of fiction …but if it’s for real…I am sorry ..can’t take a joke of being hungry for anyone but not ‘parents’ for sure…
I can totally understand Anubhuti. But I believe basic instincts of being a creature would definitely take over a ritual. Plus it’s not completely true. Thanks for visiting.
Loved the unfolding of plot through changing emotions. Brilliantly narrated, felt as though we were traveling with you.
In our constant endeavor for appearing ‘proper’ as our society demads, we often avoid acknowledging and accepting the basic thoughts that creep into our minds, and haunt and preside over the evident situation. You have not only confessed that but also presented it in good humor. Was heartwarming to see your mom laughing along with you!
Thank you so much for reading this one Jyoti ji. It is really special for me. And this one is a true story. 😁😁👍🏼👍🏼
Never expected such an ending. Happy though . #tmmreads
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This post have some of the best narrations I have read in the past few weeks. Interesting story, I must say!
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What a story! Through out the read i was thinking what a crictical situation and he is running behind tea but the end brought smile on my face.
I am glad I could be the reason behind a smile. Thanks buddy for liking it. All in good fun. Enjoy.
For someone like me who overthinks everything thoughts like these cross my mind very frequently. My biggest fear is the fear of loved people dying. I could relate to what you must have gone through 😊
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The twist in the end was fab and really got me in splits too.
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I was wondering what this man is …here his mom is probably dead and he’s thinking about food. Liked the twist though .think God he didn’t run out crying ghost !!
Hehe… Thank you Ruchi ji for reading this one too. Haha… Pitayi mat karna… All in good fun 😬😊
Firstly the title was definitely not my type because i thought it was some news that you wrote about and this was the post i chose to read because the others are in Hindi. But I liked your post and humour though i would never joke or write about my own mother like this. Brave write up.
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What a hilarious tale. No wonder, it became one of those stories that get talked about in every family party. Your title reminded me of a hercule poirot whodunit though.
Haha. I am glad you liked it and didn’t feel bad like most of the people who have read this. The intent was to bring the humor through a realistic situation. The title definitely draws inspiration from there. Keep visiting.
I guessed the inspiration of the title. Anyways, laughing at life’s little foibles is one of the few pleasures left to us. Enjoyed the write.
U didn’t shared why ur mom was unconscious or may b I didn’t got it. Plz explain.
And yeah starvation is the most evil & I liked ur genuine outlook towards hunger than the death.
Many may feel offended but what is true is true.
Na na she wasn’t unconscious… In the beginning I mention we were sleeping and it was early morning and for some weird reason she wasn’t getting up. With life I have realised that no matter what one does you can’t please every one. So with both the natural phenomenons whether feeling hungry or death… I chose to go with a more basic one. Even if around death one will feel hungry. And more importantly my mom has the best laugh on this story… So those who get offended may be their moms aren’t that funny 🤣🤣