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RECIPES FROM LIFE:A SANDWICH



Yet another day of waiting and long queues. I briefly looked at the chiller of a shop at the lounge and stared at the menu on display for breakfast. I collected the bottle of Bisleri and moved out to settle on the bench that was probably there just for me.

I busied myself by calling family and informing them of my schedule (arrival and departure). I was enjoying my Solitary Reaper status till an old lady made herself comfortable near me. My grey hair and thin build attracted her to me as she thought we were the same age and could be great companions. Hence, a conversation struck between us. She divulged the secrets of her aches and medical problems one by one and enquired about mine.

You are a dentist, that too, my daughter's age said the bewildered woman. I got busier with her queries. She was now even more comfortable and asked me to run and buy her a Bisleri. I offered her mine; she refused because of her fast. I towed my luggage back and forth along with her water bottle.

Observing two grey-haired ladies sitting right across from us, a young mother approached us and asked for a favor. She requested us to watch her luggage and children while she fetched some eatables. We willingly obliged. The children refused to cow down and constantly ignored our authority. They triumphantly knocked their air ball and kept me on my toes as I labored hard to keep them safe. I  was relieved to see the mother back after the unanticipated exercise I had performed.

I managed to escape the two generations of ladies to buy a sandwich. I munched my way to one of mayonnaise, cucumber, and carrot, and later to a spicy version with paneer and sauces. 

After a helping hand and no grumbles, I drew an analogy between me and the eatable I held in my hand. Sandwiched between judgment and expectations, for I belong to the Sandwich generation, I murmured to no one but myself.





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  1. AnonymousOctober 1, 2022 at 10:36 AM

    Very nicely expressed the situation of sandwiched generation

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  2. AnonymousOctober 1, 2022 at 10:51 AM

    Great read thanks for sharing. 🙏🏼

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  3. AnonymousOctober 1, 2022 at 3:00 PM

    Always look forward for your wonderful write ups

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  4. AnonymousOctober 1, 2022 at 9:03 PM

    Beautiful and very nostalgic writing , like the one we used to read in reader's digest

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    1. Swati SharmaOctober 2, 2022 at 9:21 AM

      Thanks for saying that and reading my blog.I too was an avid reader of Reader's Digest and it's such a compliment to be told that.Once again thank you so much.

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  5. AnonymousOctober 2, 2022 at 4:27 AM

    Awesome!

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  6. AnonymousOctober 5, 2022 at 12:20 PM

    Way of expression is very nice n impessive Everyone has to face this sandwich situation I admire urtalent

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  7. AnonymousJanuary 15, 2023 at 8:11 PM

    True nice story

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  8. ruchmang_sydJuly 18, 2023 at 1:19 AM

    I really enjoyed how you came out of the sandwich situation life threw out. We all are thrown into these situations it's an art to come out of them...maybe that's Life.

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