ANGER

Basket-full of potatoes tempted me to cook French Fries for Yohaan. Amma was taking rest on the bed while Yohaan and Dany were watching their cartoons. I kept the potatoes on slow fire. But then It was playing with my patience. Taking a long time. Slowly increased the flame. Just then Dany called and I rushed to the drawing room where I got involved in sorting out a clash between both the brothers. In the process, I forgot about the potatoes. End result: I burnt the French Fries. And I threw it outside near the banana plant before anyone could create a hue and cry or reprimand me. Just was not in a mood to hear bad words. Everybody was living and making their life. I felt I was just wasting my time for others as I did all these years. Time for me to say. Stop. Had enough. Enough and more. Only consolation was that the crows came and had a feast on those French Fries. Thank God, at least, someone benefitted. I was happy. Then a stray dog came and pissed. Followed by the hen and the cocks...And then suddenly I came across an article on Jean-Paul Sartre. He had refused to accept Nobel for Literature. Have to read more about him. My kind of guy...