Last night's incident was so funny!
My wife, son and I were having dinner. Suddenly the idea to write a story entered my head. I decided that I must write the story during the night itself or else I could forget the plot and the characters.
‘ Won’t you sleep tonight, dad?’ my son asked.
‘No my dear, I don’t think I shall be able to sleep tonight anyway. I have had a good sleep after lunch!’
‘Yes, your dad slept for solid three hours, if not more.’ my wife said with a smile.
I laughed and said ‘ Well, this was very unusual of me, I honestly don’t know why I felt so sleepy after lunch!’
My son questioned ‘What type of story are you going to write dad, funny type?’
‘Well let me see. I shall read out the story to you tomorrow.’
‘Will you type out the story in the computer or write by hand?’
‘ I have to write by hand. The computer keyboard is not working properly. I have to buy a new one tomorrow.’
We all left the dinner table and off I went hurriedly to my study room with my son following me.
‘ Dad is there anything I can do for you, give you a good pen, pencil or writing pad?’
I looked at my desk and said ‘ No thank you dear, I have everything here, quite a few pens, one pencil, eraser, pencil sharpener and also a writing pad . You better go to bed , you would wake up early in the morning for your school, won’t you?’
‘ Yes, but what about your office? Won’t you go tomorrow?
‘No I have already taken two days’ casual leave to attend to some important work, so I am alright.’
My wife came in the study room with a flusk of hot tea and a cup and said ‘There you are. Now you can get on with your work and we better go to bed.’
After my wife and son left I closed my eyes for a minute or two trying to plan out exactly how I would start the story. I sat comfortably, opened the writing pad and picked up one of the pens from the pen stand. But before the very first sentence could be completed my writing came to a standstill as there was no ink in the pen whatsoever.
I tried rest of the pens one by one and found that none of them had the refill with ink. Then I picked up the new pencil and sharpened it. Good God, the lead broke and when I sharpened it again part of the lead came off . I kept on sharpening it very carefully hoping to find a good result. Each time the lead showed its face, became wobbly and finally came off. The full length pencil became so small in size that I couldn’t even hold it properly in between my fingers. My desk became in a mess with broken pieces of lead and pealed wood of the pencil.
Why not ask my wife for a pen I thought and so went to our bed room. She was still awake. I told her about everything and asked her if she had a pen or pencil somewhere . She said ‘ No my dear I don’t have any. But for God’s sake don’t enter son’s room now looking for one, he has a few good pens I know but it wouldn’t be right to disturb him now.Why don’t you do one thing?’
‘Get in the bed and tell me the story so that I can remember it and tell you tomorrow.’
‘That’s not a bad idea, I know you have a good memory.’
So off I went to bed after switching off the lights and started telling the story to my wife.She was listening with her eyes closed. This I didn’t like as I feared that she would fall asleep all of a sudden without me knowing about it.
‘ My dear please can’t you keep your eyes open?’
‘You carry on with your story. I can listen better with my eyes closed, I can have full concentration you know.’
I thought that was O.K. and so kept on telling her the story.
‘ Now so far what do you think – interesting?’ I asked and eagerly awaited her response.
She didn’t reply. I could hear her snoring!
Well I couldn’t blame her. After all she had a very hard day.But then I also wondered how could she sometimes stay awake for long hours when there was any interesting film on the TV! Could it be that her snoring was an indication that my story was in fact very boring?
Next morning when I mentioned to my son what happened he started to laugh and there was my wife laughing her head off too. My son brought a new writing pad and a good pen from his room and said ‘ Dad, can I give an idea?’
‘You can now write two stories instead of one.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well the actual story which you wanted to write last night but couldn’t and the second one is the incident of last night which didn’t help you to write the story.
I said ‘ I can write about the last night’s incident , that’s OK but I have now forgotten the story which I really wanted to write.’
‘ Don’t feel sad, Dad, at least now you write about the incident or else you may forget that one too.’
‘Oh no, I just can’t forget what happened last night’ .
My wife and son burst out laughing and I started to laugh too as I took out the tiny pencil of the last night’s episode from my pocket and kept that on the table..
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