The Amamiyas too had visited the town as a part of the research that Mr. Amamiya was conducting. He was a researcher of folklore. The folklore he was in search of was one that had been prevalent during the war and he had come to the town in search of the creaking manor that he had much read about. Owing to various reasons he had put off the research for years before he could finally set out in search of the mysterious building that had irked his curiosity.

However, apparently his search had been in vain for the so-called creaking manor now no longer creaked and had been locked for over a decade since its last owner passed away. It was under this circumstance that Mr. Amamiya, after carefully exchanging his thoughts with Mrs. Amamiya, decided to purchase the old manor. Having invested their funds towards the purchase of the manor, they had no choice but to shift to Shijima.

It was said that during the war plunderers often tried to sneak into the town. But as soon as any intruder stepped in, the creaking manor would start making weird sounds that would slowly echo across the whole town and continue until the intruders were pushed away by the stronger ones in the town. While this acted as an alarm system, the curious thing was that this manor had been uninhabited as far as the townsfolk knew, and even though some of them had garnered the courage to explore the manor they hardly found anything that could produce such noise. The townsfolk who had already been instilled with unusual fears due to the war had then created stories about a protective spirit. Gradually, the story about Shijima town and the creaking manor had spread around like wildfire. And this notoriety kept the invaders at bay.

As years had passed, the original residents had left the town and the present ones hardly knew the truth and so in the end, only the folklore remained without any explanation. Over the years, however, the manor had been passed around from one owner to other most of them too scared or too lazy to invest in restoring it. More the reason why the purchase of the manor house soon became the talk of the town. While the Amamiyas waited for the manor to be restored, the townsfolk had already labeled them spooky and weird.

With what little fund they had, Mr. Amamiya had managed to piece the house together without disturbing the original aesthetics. Having endured living under much harsher circumstances during their exploratory journey, the Amamiyas were more than happy to be staying in a big manor and had left much of the place untouched.

Mr. Amamiya spent his days studying the structure of the Manor and Mrs. Amamiya had started working as the Librarian in the town’s library to keep the household running. The lifestyle only added to the rumors about their unusual nature. Soon the townsfolk had collectively decided to treat the family with caution, keeping their distance, and avoiding any interaction. The Amamiyas were now in a strange predicament, they had to find a way to keep staying in the town they were so unwelcomed in.

And so it happened that almost a month or so after the Amamiyas moved into the Manor, the everyday silence of Shijima town was often disrupted by loud creaking sounds at odd times. While at first, it was too faint to notice, by and by the sounds grew louder.

The townsfolk immediately questioned the Amamiyas. But, over the years they had explored the manor well enough to know that it contained nothing that could create such loud sounds, and neither had they seen the Amamiyas possess anything of the sort. And so, the folklore about the creaking manor soon resurfaced. However, as the townsfolk started to alienate the Amamiyas a new rumor surfaced, that the Amamiyas actually came from a long line of Shamans and the spirits had been angered by the ill-treatment they had been receiving.

While the townsfolk were distrustful at first, the rumors from other towns forced them to believe in the powers that Amamiyas had. Gradually, the townsfolk started accepting the Amamiyas, and would leave offerings at their doorstep. The manor stopped creaking. And as the twist of fates would be, the once hated Amamiyas were now the revered shamans of the town.

While the mystery remained unsolved, what had really ensued was that the library building in which Mrs. Amamiya worked, housed ancient documents that the townsfolk never really understood. Mrs. Amamiya on joining the Library had taken upon herself the task of tending to the shelves that had been left unattended in the far back corner. Soon enough, she happened to stumble upon the blueprints of the city while reorganizing the books. Smart woman as she was, she had managed to sneak it out and now it was in the possession of Mr. Amamiya.

Mr. Amamiya’s understanding of the blueprints has soon taken him underground through a hidden trapdoor in the manor grounds. It was a tiny underground room with various pipe-like structures running across the ceiling in it stood the funniest of machines. It was a weird-looking bicycle with claws and chains and each time the pedal rotated, loud creaking sounds would echo through the room. After a few experiments, Mr. Amamiya drew the conclusion that the pipes acted as sound transmitters that sent the sound across the town, which then amplified and resonated through the small protrusions that had been cleverly built-in when the city was first constructed. The original town planners had created this to keep the intruders away.

However, instead of revealing the truth, the Amamiyas had devised a secret plan. To use fear to their advantage, and get back at the townsfolk for treating them coldly. For grownups, though they were, the Amamiyas were still little kids at heart who just wanted a place to belong to.

Over the next few days, the Amamiyas had smuggled in an acquaintance from the next town and kept him hidden while friends from different towns had actively started spreading the news about ghost hunts and the Amamiyas abilities as Shamans. The new rumor was that the townsfolk had angered the guardian spirits and now they had gone berserk and the Amamiyas were trying hard to protect the town.

The drill was this, every now and then the creaking sound would grow loud, and then Mr. Amamiya assisted by his wife would walk out the manor chanting strange incantations and perform a mysterious dance, and gradually the sound would subside.

And so, with this little trick, the clever yet childish Amamiyas had finally managed to create a place for themselves in the quiet town called Shijima.

Thank You all for reading. Hope you enjoyed this story. I would love to hear from you so do drop in your comments and suggestions.

This is Satrangee Parachute, off to churn out more interesting stories.

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The other day, I happened to watch an interesting movie from the amazing Studio Ghibli collection titled “Only Yesterday”. A simple story about a girl finding/learning love showcased in parallel with her 10-year-old self who is quite lively and courageous in comparison to her current self. As the character in the movie- Taeko Okajima reminisced her past, I reminisced mine. The 7th-period mystery is my personal version of an incident that happened when I was around 10 years old, I think (“Oh dear! My memory fails me”, says the 60-year-old me from a few decades later).

It was a lovely summer, I remember playing around with my friends, telling stories, picking Jamuns, and laughing at the silliest of things. It all changed in the span of 30 minutes. I was suddenly pushed from my innocent or should I say ignorant world into the world of the adults. Little did I know back then, that there was much more to the world of adults than that teeny-tiny jolt that I had experienced on that fateful day.

It was just like any other day at school until one of our teachers suddenly announced that all the girls were supposed to gather at the Physics lab during the 7th period. Wow, Physics lab I thought, the mysterious room with all sorts of weird instruments. It was a spooky room for all I knew, “what if ghosts popped out? No, not when there are many people around right?”, I convinced myself. During those days we had a mixed seating arrangement, and so my bench mates (no prize on guessing that they were boys) were now busy straining their ears to catch any kind of hints about this sudden mysterious female gathering. It was declared that the boys could use this time to play, an announcement that deviated their attention from the element of curiosity for at least a short while. The girls on the other hand had their minds in a jumble, most of us trying to figure out which great ‘social rule’ we had broken (me in particular, coz climbing trees, wrestling with boys, etc. were the common misconducts I was punished for). After almost an hour of excruciating curiosity that was bubbling up, heavily suppressed by mathematical equations we finally made our way to the Physics lab, which to our surprise was already filled with girls from senior classes and almost every female teacher in the school.

“Phew, I guess this wasn’t about me”, I sighed in relief (on second thoughts maybe I thought too highly about myself!). After being ushered in, we found seats, tables, and walls to lean on to and adjusted ourselves to this entirely uncanny and novel situation.

Seeing that we had finally settled in, one of the female teachers took charge and started speaking. It started something like, “you are all growing girls and you will or have experienced certain changes in your body as you grow” … And so, that went on…a long monologue on Mensuration or Periods as we commonly call it. This subject matter for the 10-year-old me was awkward and baffling, mostly because I had never heard of this before. I looked around, there were many heads nodding in unison, some facing showcasing the weirdest of expressions, while some eyes staring so fixedly at the speaker as if every word was of the highest importance. Little did I know that this would be the turning point in my life, and a major transitioning point in lifestyle and every little activity that I was hitherto accustomed to.

After, 30 minutes or so, the teachers had informed us in a totally generalized and kid-friendly way about what ‘IT’ was and whom to contact in case of issues related to it, and then we were dispersed. I could literally see relief written on many faces as if a huge burden had been taken off their chest. I overheard a few seniors discuss among themselves, of how great it was that they could go to the teachers in case of emergency. We walked back to the classroom and luckily the boys were still in the playground and we had 10 minutes at least before they rushed back. The mature ones in our class took initiative and shared stories of how their moms had given them ‘the talk’. Me and a couple of smaller ones (physically), had the blankest expressions because of the unexpectedness of the entire information. I wanted to speak, enquire about many things, however, I decided to keep my questions on hold for now. “How do I ask Mom?”, now that was a task, I had to muster my courage for.

The last period was really tough to endure. There was this general unrest among girls as if they had suddenly become conscious about their bodies and having boys sitting right next to us made the situation a bit tough to adjust to. Somehow, we managed to evade the curious questions and when the bell rang, we all packed in a hurry while the boys continued quizzing. “What happened in the Physics Lab?” “What happened during the 7^th period?”, were the questions that followed us back home as we walked as fast as we could.

I was home earlier than usual, much to my mother’s surprise. Never had I been this keen on getting back home on time. On normal days, I took my sweet time getting back home. As a regular practice, we would have a rock kicking contest or climb on the Tamarind tree or Jamun Trees near the school and while away the time before getting back home (one benefit of staying within the campus). I quickly freshened up, had my lunch, and scurried into the room I shared with my siblings. It was now or never I decided, time to confront mom. So, while dad and my siblings took their nap, I told my mother that I had to talk. Mom was taken aback by this sudden request and at this point, I am sure she was wondering what prank I was up to. Anyways we walked into the guest bedroom and my mother sat down, waiting to listen to whatever crazy story I had to tell.

“Mom, so the ma’am at school said that we will start bleeding when we get older and bigger. What is that supposed to mean? My friends told me that I am supposed to ask you.” I blurted out. Mom looked dazed at first, after a minute or two she finally pieced the puzzle together. “Ohh…that…”, she said calmly. “I was wondering when I should talk to you about it anyways, come here,” she said. My nerves were killing me now, get done with the mystery I thought. It was too much for my little brain. What ensued was mom’s version of how a girl’s body changes when she reaches puberty, often interrupted by apologies for not being able to explain it well in biological terms.  

“Why must only girls have it? What about boys, don’t they have something similar happening?” I had questions and for some reason, I was extremely angry, but before I could ask anything else, mom was rescued by the sound of my younger brother wailing from his bed. She left me to my own devices and went to pacify my brother. I bubbled with anger and frustration but with no way to find an outlet, I kicked a few toys and decided to focus on my homework. Hence, the discussion was now put on hold, and at some point, I got so engrossed in reading Famous Five that the thought was temporarily shelved.

Back at the school, curiosity stayed alive for a few days. We had discussions amongst ourselves trying to keep it all a secret from the boys, and eventually “physics lab” became our secret code. The 7th-period mystery, slowly became a forgotten story, until two years or so later when I first experienced the excruciating pain, and the first menses struck me like an axe. I panicked, almost hyperventilated, and blacked out, and my father had to carry me home. Then mom sat me down for another talk, trying to reason with me that this was a natural process and that boys too had their own troubles. The pain and anger, the discomfort included left me depressed all through the first ‘period’ experience. The physical changes also triggered changes in my behaviour, dressing, sitting style, and even interactions. I started becoming warier about boys, shied out from playing football, cricket, etc. and tried to avoid climbing trees while wearing a dress/skirt (well, some stupid things I did before). Friendships changed too, it must have been the sudden awareness about the gender difference I think, but I started to keep a distance from everyone around except a select few with whom I felt really comfortable.

Truth to be told, I was angry almost every time IT reoccurred. There were days when I had to stay away from school, it used to be a real task to avoid gossips. While we knew nobody was going to ‘catch period’ by talking about it, the fear lingered around wearing whites, covering stains, etc. The whole experience of constantly avoiding the scrutiny of boys during those days or even otherwise was quite similar to the scenes showcased in the anime ‘Only Yesterday’. It took me years to come in terms with this so-called compulsory process of the female body that allows us to accommodate birth and ensure the continuation of humankind (in a broad sense).

Mensuration is a necessary and inevitable part of our lives, yet there is so much secrecy around it. Right from the way parents shy away from explaining what the Sanitary pads are when we are kids to the way in which we as grown-up girls/women try to sneak them around our classmates/colleagues. As funny as it may sound, I used to think that sanitary pads are some kind of sweat absorbents to be used under our armpits (ROFL).

I admit we don’t have to shout about it from the rooftops, but it is a discussion that is long overdue. Mensural hygiene being a major issue in many countries including India, even more so in today’s situation where the availability of Sanitary pads has become an issue too (1, 2, 3). While there are many steps being taken, there’s still a long way to go. In order to create better awareness about access to safe and hygienic menstrual hygiene products, May 28^th was observed as the Menstrual Hygiene Day. And while hygiene and availability of options remain a question there is also the question of increased plastic content in the regularly available, mass-produced products (4). There are environmentally friendly alternatives available, but much like the awareness about mensural hygiene, it remains accessible to the socio-economically stable populace.

An environmental and cost-effective solution is the need of the hour. Products that can be availed by everybody, irrespective of the societal hierarchy. The steps would include, enabling smaller manufacturers to produce environmentally friendly products that can be distributed even to the smallest of villages, teaching women how to make sanitary hygiene products, how to dispose of them safely, how to take care of themselves, etc. This can only be done by making mensuration hygiene a necessary topic of discussion in every institute that provides secondary education, broadcasting information about it on television and radio (Padman was just the start), and most importantly ensuring that the social stigmas around mensuration are completely destroyed.

Remember You and I are all part of this change. With this thought in mind, this is Satrangee Parachute breezing off into the clouds of memories.

References:

1. https://thewire.in/women/coronavirus-menstruation-sanitary-pads
2. https://www.financialexpress.com/lifestyle/menstrual-hygiene-management-tips-for-safe-period-hygiene/1973872/
3. https://www.business-standard.com/article/health/world-menstrual-hygiene-day-2020-coronavirus-lockdown-impact-on-girls-menstruating-rumours-120052800633_1.html
4. https://www.nationalgeographic.com/environment/2019/09/how-tampons-pads-became-unsustainable-story-of-plastic/
5. https://www.hindustantimes.com/sex-and-relationships/world-menstrual-hygiene-day-2020-go-sustainable-with-eco-friendly-products/story-MpMebIdwu3K3oGyiFtN1pL.html
6. https://www.vogue.co.uk/article/best-eco-friendly-sustainable-sanitary-brands-products

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It has been a fun journey, trying my hand at writing short bits of stories that conjoin to form the bigger picture. An experiment of sorts, it has rather been a learning experience for myself. For all those who were waiting for the end. Here are the last three chapters of “Then Life Happened- A Collection of Micro stories”. Story so far:   
Chapter 1 –https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story/ 
Chapter 2-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-wake-up-call/                                                                                       
Chapter 3-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-silent-yearning/                                                                                 
Chapter 4-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-bystanders-shock/            
Chapter 5,6 &7- https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-strange-encounter-more/  

THE EMERGENCY ROOM             

The hospital staff had already begun their work. Joe had called in ahead, to ensure that everything was ready. He even insisted on accompanying the team into the emergency room and stood in a corner keeping an eye on Hae Rin all along. The team of doctors who examined knew that saving both would be a miracle, but they had to try their best. The operation room was booked, the assistants, nurses all scrubbed in. The guardians and friends, which now included Joe and Kimbal too,who had rushed in a few minutes after Hae Rin had been admitted, were explained the condition.                       

And then began the excruciating hours of dilemma. After the initial minutes of calm, all eyes now rested on Joe. Who was he? How did he know Hae Rin? Kimbal was baffled the attention was directed towards someone else, and was equally puzzled by the presence of a total stranger in their midst.

“Well,I…ehm!.” Joe knew he had to answer, but confrontation usually scared him and made him stutter. He took a deep breath and said, “I am Hae Rin’s brother, if that’s the way to put it. Actually her aunt is my step mother, so, that’s that.”

Oh Really! The exclamation was  unanimous. It was a revelation indeed, even for Martha who thought she knew everything she had to know about Hae Rin.

AND THEN LIFE HAPPENED

In the meantime, the doctors were at work. Hae Rin was losing blood, so they had to stop the bleeding first and then proceed with the C-section. A few hours after,the infant was handed over to the pediatric ward, shifted to the NICU, while an unconscious Hae Rin was shifted to the recovery ward. The child was born premature and the complications called for Kangaroo Care.                                 

When Hae Rin woke up 3 days later, she was greeted by the cacophony of the machines. The emptiness in her womb tore her, and she let out a painful shriek. Joe who was right outside rushed in in panic. Seeing Hae Rin awake he rushed out to call the attending. After an hour of checkups, often interrupted by Hae Rin’s queries,she was pushed on a wheelchair to the NICU unit. Kimbal paced impatiently in the corridors, and through the glass Hae Rin saw Martha clutching a tiny infant close to her chest.  

EPILOGUE

Two-year-old Jia, ran tirelessly on the moved yard. “Jia, come back right now”, Hae Rin yelled from inside. Martha walked out casually, grabbed her by the waist and carried her inside. Martha’s country home that she had received as an alimony from her marriage was now a home to Hae Rin and Jia too. Martha was now a mother and a grandmother doting over them both. Post retirement, Hae Rin and Jia had become her world. For the first time in her life she experienced true contentment.

Hae Rin was now pursuing her post-doctoral studies. Kimbal had finally settled in a job and dropped in from time to time. Joe had decided to apply for medical school and was trying his best. He dropped by every now and then to play with little Jia and spent hours caring for the yard too when time permitted. Hae Rin finally had the family she always longed for. And as for Jia, she had all the love she could ever ask for. For Hae Rin the bonds that life had created were stronger  than blood, and now life just happened each day slowly and peacefully.  

—–THE END——

Thank you to all who read through this entire series. Hope that you enjoyed the read. Drop a message if you are looking forward to more stories. 

This is Satrangee Parachute signing off with the hope to bring more interesting stories. 

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Sincere apologies for my tardiness. So, here’s a bonus… Chapter 5,6,&7….

Then Life Happened-A Collection of Connected Short Stories

Story so far:

Chapter 1 –https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story/

Chapter 2-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-wake-up-call/

Chapter 3-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-silent-yearning/

Chapter 4-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-bystanders-shock/

THE STRANGE ENCOUNTER

Joe had asked for the day off, but they couldn’t find a replacement driver. That’s what the administration had informed, so reluctantly he was waiting for the shift to end. The day had been uneventful so far. One hour more and he could head home, shower, grab a beer and spend the evening with his girl. That’s when the radio buzzed. Emergency dispatch call to the university laboratory. Joe called Phil the EMT on duty and he had to find the lousy paramedic Lizzy too. He hated her guts.

Luckily Lizzy had been informed and reached the exit quite quickly for her standards. Phil too had managed to make it on time and so in minutes they were on the road. Apparently, a pregnant doctoral student had collapsed in the lab and the injuries were severe. Joe knew that time was of essence, so he drove as fast as he could. Joe, Phil and Lizzy ran towards the lab, a scared woman pointed towards the frail woman lying on the floor. Phil ran to do the patient assessment, Lizzy right behind, and as they turned the woman, Joe was shocked to the core. It was the Hae Rin, the nicest person he had ever met. Seeing her lying on the floor, a tangled mass, bulging belly and pool of blood, Joe just stood there, at the door transfixed.

THE MAD RUSH

Lizzy knew the drill, she quickly checked the pulse, they had to shift Hae Rin to a gurney. Hae Rin was bleeding, probably internally too and looking at the way she had fallen, Lizzy suspected rib injuries too. Her breathing was weak, she needed intubation. Phil had already taken out the equipment, but Joe was staring blankly at Hae Rin. This wasn’t the first time he was out on such an emergency. “Joe, snap out of it will ya”, Phil’s sound pulled Joe out of his trance.

“Will she be alright?”, Joe asked Lizzy as tears ran down his face. Lizzy was taken aback by the emotional outburst, but she knew she had lives to save and that each minute counted. Quickly she instructed Phil and Joe to shift Hae Rin to the gurney as she monitored the pulse and breathing. Intubation was needed, and she managed to do that in midst of Joe’s constant questioning, the overall hysteria in the lab, and the incoherent mumbling sounds that an older lady, named Martha as she came to know later created. They could transfer Hae Rin to the vehicle once the breathing was alright. Lizzy had attended a few pregnancy cases and so she checked for the immediate signs that the baby was safe. With all that done they quickly moved Hae Rin into the ambulance. Grant, the lab assistant, accompanied them, while Martha followed in the car accompanied by two of Hae Rin’s lab partners.

THE CHASE

Martha had heard about Hae Rin while she was just leaving for home. The news got her running crazily through the corridors her blood froze when she saw Hae Rin lying on the floor. Her instincts told her to check for pulse and breathing as the rest of the lab hovered around, some yelling, some sprinkling water and calling the hospital. This was a nightmare she wasn’t prepared for, and the baby, she really couldn’t tell.

The minutes spent waiting were painstaking and once the emergency team had arrived the frenzy just quadrupled. Martha had tried asking the lady in-charge about the situation, but none of them would answer and then there was the emergency staff who was weeping unconsolably. That was a baffling reaction, and deepened Martha’s fear.

Martha had called Kimbal immediately. Luckily, she had kept his contact details out of habit rather than interest. In her opinion Kimbal could never give Hae Rin a stable life, something that Martha always wished her protege would get unlike herself. But, this wasn’t the time to hold prejudices and Hae Rin probably needed all the prayers and support she could arrange for.

The emergency team were now busy rolling the gurney towards the ambulance. Grant, Martha and two of Hae Rin’s colleagues followed it closely. A few head nods later, Grant climbed into the ambulance with the paramedics and the rest scurried towards Martha’s car. Martha closely followed the emergency vehicle and passed the keys to one of the co-passengers as soon as they arrived and dashed in towards the emergency room.

Thanks for Reading Folks. And just so you know, I really appreciate feedback.

This is Satrangee Parachute signing off for now.

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Here’s the 4th chapter of Then Life Happened- A Collection of Short Stories.

THE BYSTANDER’S SHOCK

Grant worked as a Lab Assistant in Hae Rin’s Lab. All that he knew, he had learnt over the years from different scholars who came and had gone. He was still learning. Hae Rin was a patient tutor when it came to explaining things. Grant had taken a liking for the soft-spoken girl and was quite taken aback when he found that she was pregnant and was planning on keeping the baby. He had tried to explain about the hardships of being a single mother and the kind of harassments she would have to face. She was adamant and wouldn’t hear a word. Gradually he had stopped talking to her, though it pained him to watch her struggle.

This day was eventful. They had couple of demos, a few elaborate experiments too that kept everyone on their toes. Reluctantly, he had coerced Hae Rin to take some time to rest instead of running around. The girl looked exhausted, what was she thinking working in this condition. But, who could beat sense into that girl. And then there she was a few hours later, lying in a pool of reddish distilled water. Grant was shell shocked. For him time stood still as Hae Rin crashed into the distillation machine and dropped down splaying water and shards of glass all around.

Read Chapter 1 here-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story/

Chapter 2-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-wake-up-call/

Chapter 3-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-silent-yearning/

Watch out this space for the rest of the story. Would love to hear from you. So do post your comments/feedback.

Adios for now.

This is Satrangee Parachute signing out for now.

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How have you been? Not really sure about the impact of the story so far. But, I do hope someone out there in the vast interconnected web is waiting eagerly to read the stories I write. For anyone who has been reading, here’s the next part of the micro story series as promised.

THEN LIFE HAPPENED

A Collection of Connected Short Stories-Chapter 3

THE SILENT YEARNING

“Martha, please stop dozing off will you”, that was Hae Rin’s opening line almost every other day. She needed to work harder on her communication skills. Martha was the Clinical Research Program Coordinator and Hae Rin was a 4^th year doctoral student, somehow a bond had developed. There was something about Hae Rin that soothed Martha. She would forget her past, her pain when she saw the bright smile on the face of the petite girl, who often carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.

In the past four years, Martha had watched Hae Rin struggle through her financial crisis as she worked harder than anyone in the lab. She knew that her only living relative was an aunt, who would rather care for street dogs than look out for her own niece, and had supported Hae Rin time and again. Slowly and gradually they had confided in each other, shared their darkest secrets. Martha had been with Hae Rin during her medical checks and was the one who helped her take the decision to keep the baby. Martha had a purpose now, Hae Rin’s pregnancy filled the void that her infertility had created. Time that had once been too cruel seemed pleasant now.

That’s all for today..

Read Chapter 1 here-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story/

Chapter 2-https://www.satpar.in/then-life-happened-micro-story-the-wake-up-call/

Hope you enjoy the read.

This is Satrangee Parachute, Over and Out!

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Short stories aren’t my forte. So, my micro story has a few more parts.

Then Life Happened is a Collection of Connected short stories. Here’s the next part.

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THE WAKE-UP CALL

Kimball’s short nap was broken by the blaring sirens outside and the ringing of his Mobile phone, both so simultaneous that there was no way he could ignore those. There was urgency in the voice on the other side. It was Martha from Hae Rin’s Lab and she wailed and as she talked and the only words that he could decipher were, “Hae Rin…University hospital…. baby.” Was it that day already? Is it the due date? The phone was disconnected before he could frame the right question. He changed into his tracks, the relatively sensible ones that he owned.

As he dashed towards the hospital, he remembered the day Hae Rin informed him about the pregnancy. He was out with his friends drinking, when she had called. He was annoyed that she even thought that he could be summoned at any time. But then when the words had hit him, he had freaked out, mumbled that he needed time to think it through and sprinted out of Hae Rin’s single room apartment. He needed time to prepare, to be capable enough. He needed time to earn, be a good partner and a reliable parent.

Will be sharing the next parts over the coming weeks. So keep reading!

This is Satrangee Parachute signing out for the day.

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I have always respected people who can concisely summarize their thoughts. Writing micro stories is something that comes in that category too. So, I challenged myself to write one. I tried, and here’s the output.

Posted it on a contest page- https://sweek.com/story/AgAKAQoDZgABBwgJAwACAwtsCAA=

Sweek #Microtime, but that needs Login. So, for all my readers who wish to skip the hassle, here’s my first micro story.

Then Life Happened

[A Collection of Connected Short Stories]

THAT DAY

Life was busy for Hae Rin. As if working on her research and part time jobs weren’t enough she now had a new issue at hand, an unborn child waiting to pop out any minute. The past months had been a turmoil of emotions and her work was getting nowhere. Serious relationships! She didn’t have the time or the luxury for that. And Kim, he wasn’t the right choice either. The rainy night, the drunken aggression. If only things had ended there. Why did she have to carry the memories of that very night within her. God is unfair, she thought for the hundredth time that day.

Lying on the hospital bed a few days later. The piercing pain, the wails that poured in through the walls, the blinding lights, the percolating spell of alcohol and disinfectants, the whispers of the hospital staff, the constantly beeping machinery, everything was driving her crazy. She could hear a distant siren of the ambulance, maybe the very ambulance that had brought her in two days earlier, when she had collapsed in her lab. Weeping, lamenting her fate, she laid semi-conscious, with broken ribs, an empty womb and all the Time in the world.

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Adios untill next time Friends. This is Satrangee Parachute diving into the world of writing.

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