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The Unfinished Article

by Lakshmi Menon
(Bangalore,India)

Having a full day's leave just for yourself, is a luxury for a full time working woman. I had the habit of taking such a day's leave once in a while, just to spend for myself, to do what I liked and the way I liked, without bothering about anything else. After my husband and kids leave the house in the morning, I used to just spend my time on reading, writing, or watching a movie on the TV etc. An afternoon siesta was also included in this. It was before the internet became an integral part of our life.



Feeling excited for having a full day at my disposal to do the things I liked, I sat with a pen and paper to write an article for a magazine. I had been nursing an idea in my mind since the previous week. I wanted my idea to be put into words as soon as possible before it faded away from my mind in the midst of a hundred household chores.

After a moment's thought, my pen started moving on the paper in full force, like a child playing on the ground, when there came a knock at the door. Reluctantly I opened the door. An old paperwalla was anxiously waiting outside. I soon sent him off and sat down to recollect my scattered thoughts. Moments later, I proudly looked at the paragraph which I had completed, like an artist admiring her own creation.

"Rrr.......ing"

"Oh, hell! Who's it now?" with a tinge of irritation on my face I opened the door only to find a stranger who happened to be a visitor to my neighbor's house, and had rung the bell of my house, by mistake. Realising his folly, by seeing the unexpected face at the door, the tall young chap apologized and moved away to the next door.

With a great sense of relief, I soon found myself back at my seat with my pen and paper. To my utter surprise, I realised that the sentence I had already recollected to write had disappeared from my mind, but my pen was still in the writing mood refusing to give up; like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum.

Following my efforts to recapture my thoughts, they started flowing again into words, which ultimately started making sentences on the paper. I was elated to get my writing mood back, and decided to complete the second para when the recalcitrant bell buzzed again, suddenly interrupting my thoughts. This time I hesitated for some time to receive the unexpected visitor. It must be another visitor to another neighbor's house, I told myself. Muttering to myself I rose from my chair mechanically and moved towards the door.

I was wrong. This time, it was the milk boy who was annoyed for having had to wait, and getting no response he was about to return without delivering the milk to us. With a half-smile, I called him back and apologized.

Hoping to have no more disturbance I settled down once again and determined to complete the article at any cost before my kids returned from school. I had hardly finished another paragraph.

“Tr……tr……..”

This time, the telephone was at work. It was not working for sometime, and we had registered a complaint. Telephone was the only way of direct communication and mobile phone was a rare device of luxury, and hence it was not affordable to all like today. "It must be from the Telephone department," I told myself.

Leaving the pen and paper on the table once again, I walked towards the telephone, only to know it was a call from an old friend, who couldn’t get me on my official number that day. She was thrilled to get me on the phone freely and pour out all her family news and finally thanked me for taking a day's leave. After about 30 minutes of patient listening I returned to resume my unfinished work, feeling pity for myself.


What were my thoughts? I tried to recollect them, in vain. I realized the bitter truth that they had left me disappointedly.

"Tick.....Tick......Tick.....Tick...."

The clock struck four at an unwanted time and almost at the same time my kids knocked at the door. As I moved towards the door, my unfinished article winked at me with a naughty smile.

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May 22, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Thanks Geeta
by: Lakshm i

Thanks Geeta, for your encouraging comment. I know many writers will be going through this rhythm of life to fulfill their passion of writing.
May 22, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Thanks, Safia.
by: Lakshmi

Thanks Safia for reading and commenting.
May 22, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Good One....
by: Geetashree Chatterjee

Well I thought I was the only one to suffer like that. Now I know there are others too with similar experience. I relived my leisure as I went through your beautifully written article. Thanks for sharing as it gives a lot of satisfaction to know that I have co-sufferers too.....LOL
May 14, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Nice one
by: Safia.A.R

Good one.:-)
May 06, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Thanks Vimala
by: Lakshmi

Hi Vimala,
I don't think I had put it up in DH. I recently traced my old dilapidated scrap book, where I found this draft, and then I decided to give it a life. I had preserved this scrap book somewhere safely, but I was not able to trace it, until recently.
May 06, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Thanks Tanuja
by: Lakshmi

Thank you Tanuja for reading and commenting. Yes, it is really challenging for finding time to write at a go, especially for a woman, and all the more for a working woman. As you rightly said, cooking time is also a great chance to generate ideas.
May 05, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Familiar
by: vimala ramu

Lakshmi, this delightful article sounds familiar. Had you put it out on DH some time?
May 05, 2011
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starstarstarstarstar 		Thought you actually wrote about me!
by: Tanuja Chatterjee

Its absolutely true Lakshmi! Thoughts come as a flash of light and get dispersed in an instant. The only way to hold the beam of thoughts is to transfer them in words with equal zeal and swiftness. But I know how challenging it is- to write something at one go, esp. for a woman. I get ideas while cooking and my diary is somewhat a masala hotch-potch- yet I love it 'coz it makes me feel good to think that I could overcome my obstacles to write this word or that, straight from my heart.

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