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A strong man
He really hated elbows on the table. It made him feel as angry as when they hid his cigarettes. But he had no choice in the matter.
It was a conspiracy hatched by three women, against him, and not just any three ladies, but three headstrong, exceptionally sensitive and explosive women. So he let it go. But the matter of elbows on the table really got his goat. How difficult was it to just rest the forearms at an angle of 45 degrees with the wrists dangling gently over the cutlery? It wasn’t hard. He had done it for 28 years in the military; they could do it for as long as they were under his roof.
He didn’t consider himself a tough man but 28 years in the Army and two wars had left his habits a bit set in stone.
He tried many times to wear his cravat differently but his fingers inadvertently tied the same knot they always created. The shirts had to be ironed sleeves first and then the lower hem, up to the collar. And the shoes, the shoes were polished every day. If they didn’t shine, they didn’t deserve to be worn. Food should be eaten thrice a day and on particular times; it was better for digestion, that’s all.
He really wasn’t a difficult man, he just had some expectations.
But then she came along.
A tiny thing dressed up in pink from head to toe. She had a vague resemblance to his daughter but more to his wife. And her elbows were always on the table. Sometimes, her entire self was on it too. She never ever ate on time. She would ask for food right after lunch and right before dinner.
She insisted on making his hair, the little white strands he had left would be tied up into various little ponytails. She intrigued him.
His own children had grown up, all by themselves it seemed. The way she could sleep so comfortably on this bed and push him all the way to the corner, with half of his legs dangling off the edge, fascinated him. He was unfamiliar with such unorganised behaviour and such boisterous ways.
And yet, somehow, he was also very pleased by it.
This post originally appeared here.
A strong man – The Express Tribune Blog
He really hated elbows on the table. It made him feel as angry as when they hid his cigarettes. But he had no choice in the matter.
It was a conspiracy hatched by three women, against him, and not just any three ladies, but three headstrong, exceptionally sensitive and explosive women. So he let it go. But the matter of elbows on the table really got his goat. How difficult was it to just rest the forearms at an angle of 45 degrees with the wrists dangling gently over the cutlery? It wasn’t hard. He had done it for 28 years in the military; they could do it for as long as they were under his roof.
He didn’t consider himself a tough man but 28 years in the Army and two wars had left his habits a bit set in stone.
He tried many times to wear his cravat differently but his fingers inadvertently tied the same knot they always created. The shirts had to be ironed sleeves first and then the lower hem, up to the collar. And the shoes, the shoes were polished every day. If they didn’t shine, they didn’t deserve to be worn. Food should be eaten thrice a day and on particular times; it was better for digestion, that’s all.
He really wasn’t a difficult man, he just had some expectations.
But then she came along.
A tiny thing dressed up in pink from head to toe. She had a vague resemblance to his daughter but more to his wife. And her elbows were always on the table. Sometimes, her entire self was on it too. She never ever ate on time. She would ask for food right after lunch and right before dinner.
She insisted on making his hair, the little white strands he had left would be tied up into various little ponytails. She intrigued him.
His own children had grown up, all by themselves it seemed. The way she could sleep so comfortably on this bed and push him all the way to the corner, with half of his legs dangling off the edge, fascinated him. He was unfamiliar with such unorganised behaviour and such boisterous ways.
And yet, somehow, he was also very pleased by it.
This post originally appeared here.
A strong man – The Express Tribune Blog
