Manju and the New Soap

Manju woke up to the shrill ring of the alarm and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She was not sleep-deprived today. It was a new day and she was excited about it.

The Flower

Manju literally ran into the kitchen and opened the window. The pot was still there. A single flower peered back at her with a startling intensity as if daring her to pluck it. Manju let the flower be and turned away, as if to respect the flower's destiny. It would dry out and fall. She was not in a mood to wear a flower on her plait that day, anyway.

New Soap

Manju had a streak of perfection and wanted everything in her kitchen to sparkle, always. Her husband of 20 years, Ashok, called her sick. she bothered not, because, seeing a clean sparkling shelf gave her a thrill, no other could give. She was very excited about the new washing soap she had bought from the new corner shop. 

After taking bath and doing the regular activities, Manju, took out the soap from the shelf and carefully, oh so very carefully, unwrapped the foil that covered the soap. She then placed the soap bar on her palm and gently brought it near her nose. The nose ring on her right nostril caught the light of the sun streaming through the window, and twinkled in the light. Manju then gently drew in the smell of the soap and carefully placed it in the soap box. She then looked at the perfect place one last time and walked out. She had chores to do before she could use the new soap. It will have to wait.     

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