Din About Chins

I did not know the camera was on. It clicked a pic of mine- with DOUBLE CHINS …!

“Oh no,” My daughter stormed into the room, stark fear written all over her face and started wringing her hands.

“What is wrong? ‘My heart was almost choked with fear.

“Look, what had to happen to me on Valentine’s day.”

“What?” I looked around.

But I could only see a couple of sparrows who had flown into the house on wings of love and sat perched on the silent fan, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s’ ears, and kissing away. No moral policing for them.

“I am in deep trouble.” She hissed.

“Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble.”

“My entire life is at stake and here you stand quoting Shakespeare, and that too – a witch!” She snapped, the wringing of her hands faster and more vigorous.

“What a sadist you are mom, with that never ending smile on your face. You can smile and smile and yet be a villain. Villainy, thy name is mom,” she said with a smirk, which I fondly hoped, was a smile.

“Now, tell me, who is quoting Shakespeare, you or me?” I retorted.

Her smirk was more prominent now.

“I was on WhatsApp , and I did not know the camera was on. It clicked a pic of mine- with DOUBLE CHINS and it was sent – mom, SENT! To this guy, who, I had hoped…ah, fond hope…..” After a dramatic pause she whined, “Do you see the deep waters I am in!”

“Double trouble. Cool down, I know a man with triple chins,” I said looking furtively at hubby, who had just walked into the room after the morning walk in the neighbourhood park.

“Man with triple chins, what do you mean? Hope you are not talking about me?” His incipient smile too turned into a smirk.

“You and Dad celebrate your Valentine’s Day, I am off, alas, to college on Valentine’s Day- with no valentine. All hopes dashed due to double chins.” And she dashed down the stairs.

I could hear the rumblings of a storm in the room, so I prudently vanished out of the room. My hope of a Valentine’s Day celebration also dashed due to my snide remarks about triple chins. Alas!

I sneaked a look in the room to see a sheepish looking hubby standing in front of the mirror patting his chin, furtively searching for the nonexistent two chins.

And the two love birds celebrating Valentine’s Day lovingly perched on the fan – undeterred by the ridiculous din about chins.

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Santosh Bakaya ( 175 Posts)

Dr Santosh Bakaya is the author of three mystery novels for young adults, and a book of essays titled Flights From My Terrace, which was recently published as an e-book on Smashwords. Her poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad Of Bapu has been published by Vitasta Publishers, Delhi, India in May 2015 and has been receiving rave reviews from everywhere. Although a Political theorist, with a doctorate in political theory, it is literature which has been her first love. She was awarded the Reuel international award for language and literature 2014 for her long poem Oh Hark!, which forms part of the Significant Anthology. Many of her poems have figured in the highly commended category in Destiny Poets, a UK based website and many are part of international anthologies. Right now, she is giving the final touches to her satirical novel, tentatively titled Sanakpur Shenanigans.
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