He was lost in deep thoughts, his notebook lay unheeded by his side, his hair was scattered confusedly upon his forehead as though his fingers had been playing with the pen while his thoughts were elsewhere, Karan's coffee on the table had turned into cold-coffee, only without ice.
Mom entered the room after several unanswered knocks on the door, fuming, "Do you have any idea what time it is? and look at the coffee.....what happen?...any problem?"
"Maa! please....don't disturb me... I am in search of a new plot for my book” Karan told without looking at his mother.
His mom said playfully, “why don't you write my story?”
“Does your life even have a story?” irked he said. After some time a thought crossed his mind and he thought why mom doesn't have a story? Is it because she was busy making our life, our stories.
Mom entered the room after several unanswered knocks on the door, fuming, "Do you have any idea what time it is? and look at the coffee.....what happen?...any problem?"
"Maa! please....don't disturb me... I am in search of a new plot for my book” Karan told without looking at his mother.
His mom said playfully, “why don't you write my story?”
“Does your life even have a story?” irked he said. After some time a thought crossed his mind and he thought why mom doesn't have a story? Is it because she was busy making our life, our stories.
Now he had a brilliant idea for his new story with a title:
"Housewives- in search of an identity".
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