Srijita Pal’s short story with its poignant narrative is a beautiful story about a simple incident that turned out to be quite rhetorical.
It was like just another Sunday. I woke up, made myself a cup of tea, and then went back to bed again. With my back rested against the pillows, I browsed through a few articles on the internet while sipping my morning tea lazily. The tea finished in due time and I got up to go to the kitchen for a follow-up cuppa. Now generally, this is all very hunky-dory. You drag yourself up from the bed, make a quick cuppa and snuggle back in bed. But who knew that walking from the bedroom to the kitchen could suddenly turn out to be a very tricky act! You may even call it borderline dangerous! Just like every other walking human on the face of this earth, I used my feet to perform this activity. I stepped on my toes and then alternated it with the heels – left feet and then right feet, back to the left and then the right again. I was doing great and then suddenly my big toe on the left foot decided to twist itself in a precarious curl. Just like that.