When life confronts us with disappointments, we can transform them into His/Her-appointments
Suja woke up with a start. It was as if somebody had called out to her. It was still dark outside and far away the Muezzin was calling out his morning routines. A cockerel from the gardener’s hut was sending its distinctive cry to the world saying, “Rise! It is a new dawn!”
She groped on the side table for her glasses and after putting them on, she picked up her cell phone and switched it on. Whatsapp signalled new messages and she opened it. Her eyes quickly scanned the names and groups. Friends, family members, her Wealth manager had sent her messages. What she looked for eagerly stayed blank. She went to her Facebook Notifications page and scrolled and looked for the familiar name and face. Up popped postings about an ecological initiative, another about a singer who was in rehab and a third about the death of a famous crime writer. She marked Like for all three posts and then switched off her mobile.
Wearily she rose, made the bed and went off to do her morning routines and chores. The mobile was right next to her wherever she moved across in the three bedroom apartment. She kept busy otherwise she knew that the disappointment would turn into despair.
The week went by and her Wealth Manager called to say that he needed the signature of her kids saying that they had no interest in the property she was going to sell. She smiled and a glow came to her eyes. Now she had a genuine reason as she picked up her mobile to send a message, “Please call me Rohini and Raja! I need to talk to you both about the sale of the flat!”
The familiar ping signalled a message from Raja. “Email me the format. Will sign and Fedex”! The message before this was at least a month old. She read and re-read the message as if it was a communication from God!
The landline rang. She picked it up and Rohini launched into her usual tirade about how busy she was, the disappointments in her workplace, the tortures of her in-laws and the indifference of her husband. She ended her five minute call by saying, “Don’t expect me to come to clear up the apartment. I don’t want anything, just my share of the money. You can do what you like with all that stuff. I will courier the signed documents”!
Suja put the phone down and rested her aching head on the palm of her hand as she rested her elbow on the arm of the sofa. Silence reigned. She picked up her book of prayers and started her chants in a ringing voice that spread like stones cast on a pond across the four walls of her room.
This is my take on this week’s FRIDAY FOUR ON ONE blog post topic that was suggested by Shackman.
The other three bloggers who write on the same topic are Rummuser, Shackman and Sanjanah. This week’s topic was suggested by …………. Please go over to http://www.rummuser.com/“>Rummuser’s and http://shackman-speaks.blogspot.com/“>Shackman’s, /https://sanjanaaah.wordpress.com/ blogs to see what they have to say about the same topic. Thank you.