Conversations from past - Bed sheet

"I think you should make your bed everyday."
"Really, why?"
"Our room will look more neat. See my bed ... and look at yours ... I feel like I am living with a guy. Try being a girl ..."
"Ok , ok, maybe then I will change my bed sheet..."
"Yes, that is a good idea ... spread the pink one with flowers…"
"Ok"

[Half an hour of struggling with the bed sheet and bed...I was so proud of myself...But life had other plans]

"Soma! What is this?"
"What?"
"The bed sheet... It is all wrong..."
"Huh?"
"The flowers are upside down..."
"What! They look all right to me..."
"No, see from here...the stems are up... they will be facing you when you sleep..."
"What if I sleep head down on the other end of the bed…then it will be alright..."
"No, no ... still... the people who enter the room will see the flowers upside down..."
"But no one ever comes to our room."
"No, Soma, you need to be a girl... re-do your bed..."
"But how is being a girl related to the orientation of the bed sheet?"
"Because girls are supposed to know such stuff."
"I don't think so."
"Ok. I can't argue more. Just do what I am telling you to do."

[I did. And today morning, when I changed my bed sheet to the same old pink one with flowers, the stems were all down, flowers were up... and I did it so effortlessly as if I knew such stuff. 'Girl'. Just wanted to let you know...]

Remedy

Have you ever been angry? So angry that your brains shut shop than rather bear the brunt? So angry that the quickest remedy you can think of is to call the anger-inducing person names over the phone? You pick up the receiver, absent-mindedly dial your own cell number, get more angry that the person isn't picking up your call, and even more angry because your cell phone has to ring at the same time when you are on your way of doing some serious anger management...

If yes, then, next time, drink some water and then crush the bottle… it just might work...

The Duel

Some habits die hard
Like looking at the clock
As soon as one wakes up
Only that the hands are still
As always
She does not like time being slack
She will rewind it every morning
And try to revive it by slapping its back
While I, rinsing sleep off my eyes
Will tell her, "No use, it won't work"
"Well then, I will force it to"
She is determined
She will struggle for some more time
Patting, coaxing, dissecting,
And finally, it will relent
Maybe because it is spent
She is over the moon
"See, I won", she croons
I wonder aloud,
What if time was a friendly mate
And I could negotiate my expiry date?
She says, "Stop dreaming and go to office"
When we return from work
It's around eight,
and the clock is still showing one,
I smirk, with I-told-you-so underline
And tell her, "See, you rarely beat time"