An Ordinary Man - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

16^th September 2010

It was yet another restless no-peace day. The mind was full of thoughts and clutter of images. Nidhi was going through seemingly difficult times; her career wasn’t taking off the way she had expected it to, but that wasn’t really bothering her. What was bothering was something else, and she couldn’t figure what.

With these thoughts driving her, she drove back home in her year old Alto she had traded for her grandpa’s Maruti 800. Back home, she found her mom, Akila in the kitchen, (as expected) and as she normally did, enquired about her dad, Madhu’s whereabouts.

“Your dad’s in the hospital. Grandpa’s not well na.. He had to be hospitalised for the operation today. I told you yesterday na..?!”

“Oh! Ya ya... I remember.. Alright...”, managed Nidhi.

Mechanically she proceeded to throw her bag in a corner, freshen up, and geared up to dine and hit the sacks. The day had now been officially declared over. Madhu had returned and was updating Akila on Swamy’s situation and the time of the operation the next day, etc, etc, but that hardly bothered her. If it was necessary, she’d be informed. She was going to sleep. Period.

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