WEEKEND WARS (NaNoWriMo Day 4 HWR)

WEEKEND WARS

Finally! TGIF and tomorrow's the long awaited weekend!"

"Shall we plan an outing,Raj? It's been a while since we took a break…"

"Anu, not this weekend please! It's the Cricket finals and no way am I going to miss it! Not for the world!"

"Yes and why not! Lounge on the couch all day and watch your sports channel while I slave away!", she fumed.

Raj had a shocked look written all over his face. "Now that's a bit harsh! Aren't you being sarcastic."

"Sarcastic? Chores double up on weekends, and I'm the only one bustling about."

" Anu,tell me upfront what you want from me. Beating around the bush is not helping!

"If you want me to spell it out for you then you could help out ferrying our son to and from tuition classes and swimming lessons" Seriously?! Was he so unaware of the goings-on!

"My entire weekend is gobbled up until I lose myself!"

"I get one weekend off after working my back off, earning for this family and this is the gratitude I get!" Raj looked offended.

"Raj let's not get into that. Everybody gets only one weekend and I too need a time off. I'm running out of steam."

"There goes any joy I had expected to watch the much awaited match."

Anu was flabbergasted! Was he listening to her at all?

"How I wish I too could look forward to weekends… I too am working for this family, Raj!"

Anu stormed out of the room in a huff. Gradually, it dawned upon Raj that he had overlooked her exhaustion and felt a tad guilty.

"I know I've unintentionally been blind to your needs too. Listen, let's order food from your favorite restaurant tomorrow. Have a time off." he placated his wife.

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©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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