Baby’s Day Out

Apr 2, 2018 | Blogging A2Z Challenge

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Rhia looked at the display board outside the swanky store and stopped short. Her arms were aching from the weight of the shopping bags she was already carrying.

Would one more be too many? How would her thrifty husband react at the sight of the many shopping bags? She remembered his disapproving gaze at her increasing waistline.

‘Baby, you could have chosen walking as an exercise instead.’ He would cluck his tongue.

She was just about to walk away when the shop assistant spotted her and smiled. Waving to her, the petite girl welcomed her in. Rhia’s resolve wavered, even as she caught sight of the display window. A wafer-thin mannequin dressed in a beautiful swimsuit – a black bodice with various hues of blue and green splashing across its front – caught her eye.

 

Rhia looked up to see her favourite cafe beckoning her. She answered the call of sinful indulgence and walked off in its direction. It was time for her favourite – a chilled frappe topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Shopping was just as strenuous an activity.

Besides, the baby growing in her tummy wasn’t going to feed itself.

Piyusha Vir

Piyusha Vir

Piyusha Vir is a writer, artist, a CELTA-certified English Language trainer, and a Creative Writing Coach. About me

23 Comments

  1. msaraf

    Ooh, tricky tricky! I like the revelation at the end 🙂

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    • Wandering Soul

      Thank you, Mira. Also, for the lovely idea of the ‘Bikini’. Twisted into something else from what we discussed, but thanks for planting the seed in my mind. 🙂

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  2. wowparenting.com

    An interesting revelation in the end! nice storytelling. keep it up

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  3. rashimital

    I loved the heading- Baby’s Day Out (the actual baby’s day out and Ria’s [baby for her husband] day out). Naaicee.. So, for me, both the babies enjoyed to the T. And that Frappe.. Slurrp.. ab mujhe bhi jana padega to a cafe. 😛 🙂

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    • Wandering Soul

      I am so so so happy you connected that! Yahoo! 😁 That frappe does seem delicious, doesnt it. Let’s go the cafe together.

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      • rashimital

        Haha.. thanks.. n that frappe…. Aah.. it so is.. sure.. neki aur poochh poochh.. leme know when.. let’s make it happen.. but, after April.. what say.?

        P.S.- I watched Baby’s Day Out in school and i still love this movie… super cute..

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    • Tina Sequeira

      Sorry to interrupt, Rashi and Piyusha, you stay in the same city?

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      • rashimital

        Well, different states.. but same region.. NCR me in Gurgaon , Piyusha I think Noida..

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        • Tina Sequeira

          Ah how lucky, Frappe meetings and all 🙂

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  4. Tina Sequeira

    It´s funny how the title makes perfect sense only at the end. Sweet 🙂

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  5. Lavanya

    Loved the tale and the twist in the end. The story title makes sense at the last line 🙂

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  6. Meha Sharma

    Loved the play with the title of the post! Great read Piyusha.

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  7. Akshata Ram

    I love to indulge myself , be it shopping or good food. What makes it easy is earning my own money.i am sure it’s difficult when you need to ask for allowance from your spouse

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    • Wandering Soul

      I wouldn’t know! I’m single. And it’s not ‘allowance’ but something all homemakers are entitled too. Plus how a couple decides to share the household expenses is upto them. Good you’re able to make your own money. May not be an option for all women. Let’s give them benefit of the the doubt. 🙂

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