Thursday, January 23, 2014

The weighing machine

I watched her watching me for months. But I stood unmoving, stoic, pretending disinterest. She reciprocated, pretending disinterest in my disinterest.

She came, each day. Each day we played out this charade.
I didn’t give up. She didn't either.

Finally…… she wore me out. I gave in. I moved.


Triumphant, she announced, “I’ve lost weight!”

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Day 4 at Marathon Bloggers' 55er week. And today's prompt - Weighing Machine. Whew!!

20 comments:

  1. Ha ha... I wish I was as unrelenting as her ..because my weighing machine definitely is as stoic as the one in your story

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    1. It's always stoic in real life.. This was pure fiction :-D.

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  2. haha..captured the essence so well!

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    1. You too? Show me one woman/girl who's happy with her weight.

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  4. I loved this one. It's nice when we can wear those scales down. Good one.

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  5. LOL! Wonderful metaphor, Tulika!

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  6. Ahem... wishful thinking, I presume? ;)

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    1. Right.. if wishes were horses... right???

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  7. And what an amazing moment that is!! Mine usually moves in the opposite direction or stays the same! LOL :P

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    1. LOl... yeah mine too. How frustrating is that!

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  8. Cheers to more such milestones :D

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    1. I could do with some of those Pallavi. Unfortunately, it remains 'fiction'.

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