AnuKathaa

Amar stumbled on the last step of the staircase. Thankfully, he hadn’t let go of his hold on the handrail, and so, there wasn’t any harm done. “Come on,” he chided himself, “You’ve dealt with bigger problems during your office days. This is nothing! Just your ego being hurt a little. Chin up.” In all our lives, sooner or later, there comes a turning point. We change, and then, we can never return to what we were before. For Amar, that point had come this morning. He’d been sitting in the mild morning sun, leisurely turning the newspaper page, sipping his second cup of coffee, when he saw his wife Lata shaking with laughter, looking at something on her phone. “What’s so funny, dear?” he’d asked, not realizing what was in store for him. “Hahaha, nothing really! It’s only this message on our apartment ladies group that sounds so very apt. Just one of our little jokes!” “Quite a joke it must be to make you laugh like that! Tell me, what it says,” he’d insisted; foolishly, as it now turne