The Singh family gathered themselves and hunkered down. Their
matriarch, Dr Jasneet Kaur, had a crunch of a professional event approaching. The
preparations would rival those for the Battle of Bogra. “Anticipate and project
ahead and think of everything! There are
thumb rules. It all takes longer than
planned, list it out and keep striking the tasks off,” the doctor had
little faith in her family’s retention power.
Things went as planned. The car was tanked up, its wheels pumped
and rearing. Jasneet ran her green pen through points reading: clothes, stand
by saving of content, touch base with the host hospital, stationery, phone
charge, water bottle, coffee flask and wallet look over. The family help was
summoned and briefed on the mission.
The evening before, Jasneet finally laid her head back on
her revolving chair. She sat gazing at her peach colored saree hanging on the wardrobe. Her half closed eyes swivelled to the shoe rack. Her comfortable Hush
Puppies had been given the cream treatment. Just before calling it a night, the
doctor scanned her to-do list one final time before crumpling it and aiming it
at the dustbin. She turned in, pulling the quilt slowly over her slack body. The
radiator’s glow cupped her smiling face.
The Singh household was jarred awake by a hair raising shriek
from the bathroom. Doctor Jasneet had left the geyser to chance!
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