THE SALT OF LIFE — Short Story by Naval Langa

AUTHOR : NAVAL LANGA


“MAMA YOU DON’T know how hard it is to earn money.”  Sammy hurries for reaching his factory.

“My child, it’s your father’s death anniversary. I need some money for offering puja at the temple.”

“You can do it here in a temple of the city, too.” Sammy’s wife suggested a practical way-out. Sitting on a high cot, she dangles her legs and looks at the old woman as if she is a recurring cost. Vijaya the old woman sits back. She is on a costly sofa, but with a rundown face. The amount she needs is a peanut for her son, a reputed exporter of garments. For him his father is a thing of past, and to chew the past is ‘wasting of time’. He remains so busy, so occupied, so unconcerned about family. 

But for the old woman Vijaya, her husband is still the present, present like the tears in eyes, which have not dried yet. She remembers how they were caught in the fire of worries. She recalls how jointly they had recollected the lost tunes of life and composed a song of happiness. She rubs her eyes first, and then rubs her spectacles. Her cleaned glasses help her to see the scene of her past.

I want you to take a look the full story at: THE SALT OF LIFE –by Naval Langa 

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One Response

  1. Thank you for visited one of my blogs. I found yours after posting about “Rebuilding Walls” and was delighted to find your short story involving “salt” – it was another message of what was on my mind – rebuilding – life, mostly. I am putting your link on my main blog, I hope that is ok with you.

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