Way to the Father's Heart

This morning as Mum and I were leaving home for some work (and later some shopping), I was at a small turn going slowly, when a motorcyclist came suddenly and hit my car. He lost his balance and fell on the road. Though, no harm was done to me or my car. He’d been speeding and before he could control his speed, he’d hit my car. I rolled my window down and began giving him a piece of my mind, telling him that he’d been speeding so much that he couldn’t even control his bike anymore and he fell. While the biker didn’t say much, an onlooker came on and started to pelt insults at me. He’d no business in the accident, but seemed intent on insulting me nonetheless. My Mum kept on trying to calm me down as I replied to this onlooker telling him that it was the biker’s fault. He insisted that it was mine and the biker was fine. The biker himself had nothing to say; he simply picked up his bike and went off the scene as soon as he could. I also got my car up again and continued. No. The story d

Mum told me to prepare the chapattis (Indian bread) again for dinner. I don’t really like doing that; it means standing till the last chapatti is done, exercising your hands vigorously, and in summers sweating as though you’re in the shower (though it’s winters now, but that doesn’t make it any better). As I started to do it, I found some chapattis in the breadbox probably left over from the afternoon meal. There was also some parantha (deep fried chapatti) wrapped in a foil. I asked her about these and she told me to take out the chapattis and keep the parantha. I asked her if she wanted to have it, but she declined saying it was too late for having a parantha (at dinner, as it was deep fried). My interest in that question was that if she was going to have the parantha, then it means I would have to make a couple of chapattis less (yes, that’s mean!). I muttered to myself, ‘She don’t want to throw it; she don’t want to eat it. She just wants to keep it because it looks bad throwing aw

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