The difficulty of making a choice

At the sound of a ringing doorbell, Tia looked at her wristwatch and cursed, “Which idiot wakes up at 11 am on a weekend?” Reluctantly, she got out of the bed, only to find her girlathon buddies outside. The group of nine women belonging to various age groups looked appalled. “Were you sleeping while we were completing our rounds for the day?” Tia helplessly looked at the enthusiastic bunch of women.

That night when her doctor boyfriend Sameer broke up for the third time in a row over her ridiculously lazy nature, Tia had returned to her apartment dead drunk. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the tires of fat bursting out of her L-sized dress. In a fit of rage, she had vowed to get that revenge body like Katrina Kaif and make Sameer fall on his knees, begging her to come back.

In all her previous attempts related to fitness, she had never stuck to the regime beyond seven days. Her increasing cholesterol level had put Sameer on an alert making him personally handle her diet chart and fitness schedule. When Tia failed to stick to the instructions, all hell broke loose. But this time she was confident of her move. Her society had a fitness club and she had signed up for the upcoming girlathon-1k run which was basically marathon for amateur runners in the society.

The difficulty of making a choice
The difficulty of making a choice

In just five days, Tia had started regretting her decision. Staring at sun-tanned faces glistening with sweat at her door-steps, she sighed, “I’ll see you in 15 minutes.” The gang left assured. Tia reluctantly longingly looked at her bed while brushing her teeth. As she opened the fridge for a bottle of water, her eyes spotted the huge Dark chocolate bar. She had successfully resisted the temptation until today. She took it out and sat on the couch opposite her queen-sized bed.

She asked herself, “Is it worth giving up my weekend sleep or my chocolate cravings for Sameer? I am sure that he would arrive at my office on Monday to apologize. If not, then I can plan a dinner date together. But my gang of new friends will be disappointed with my absence today.” She was faced with the difficulty of making a choice. Thinking hard, she realized that she couldn’t be entirely untrue to herself or her friends. Between the option of sleeping and gobbling down the bar, the former seemed to be the lesser of the two evils. She kept the chocolate inside the fridge for some other time.

Her next stop was the socket box of the doorbell. She took out the batteries to ensure that the ringing of the bell didn’t result in any sound. As she shut her bedroom door and cuddled under the soft quilt after switching on the ac at 22 degrees, she muttered to herself,” Nothing can ever be more important in my life than a nap on a Saturday morning. Until then, the rest of the world can wait.”

This is the second post on Day 2 of Bar-A-Thon Blogging Challenge (2nd to 15th July 2018) with Blog-A-Rhythm. The prompt for the day is Lesser of two evils while the theme for this challenge for all the days is run/chase/dash/marathon/sprint. I have chosen to combine both the prompt and theme to come up with this piece of flash fiction. 

You can read the first post here


Author: Sonia Chatterjee


44 thoughts on “The difficulty of making a choice”

  1. seriously a late lazy nap on weekend and ensuring that bell won’t ring, I too had done it by searching the MCB connected to the bell. but yes kids change all schedules and proud that I never made my kid’s miss school due to late waking is what mommy journey has taught us.

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    1. Having stayed away from home for 16 long years, this had been my story every weekend atleast in those 8 years spent in hostel. Now as a mother to 2.9 yr old, uninterrupted sleep itself is nothing sort of a luxury. Thank you for reading.


    1. Ha ha. I totally get you. I’ve spent 8 years of my life in hostel for higher studies and another 8 away for home for job. I don’t remember waking up before lunch on any weekend during my hostel years. Now as a mother to 2. 9 yr old, uninterrupted sleep itself is a luxury. Thank you for reading.

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    1. Thank you for reading Jai. Now as a mother to a 2.9 yr old, uninterrupted sleep itself is a luxury.

      I just read and commented on your second post. The comment is not reflecting still. Can you pls check if you have got it or is it in Spam?


  2. How I recall those days when it was a choice that one could make, whether to sleep or not. Post marriage and especially post kids, I dont remember when was the last time I slept to my soul’s content.
    Really enjoyed your post Sonia. I love your stories. They are so relatable.


  3. This is fantastically funny, Sonia. I do understand the value of a few extra hours of nap time on the weekends by virtue of the husband. 🙂 And I must say this habit is highly contagious (UNTIL YOU HAVE KIDS!).

    I’d, however, predicted she’d gobble that chocolate up to shoo the breakup blues. Because, chocolates are really tempting when you’re emotionally down. I don’t know whether Sameer is getting back to her or not, but this lass is surely ready to move on as she’s able to catch up more sleep despite an interruption, a possible hangover & a real breakup.

    Loved this one too like all your posts.

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  4. beautiful observation of new generation. My daughter is only 15 yrs but it is tough to pull her out off the bed on weekend. According to her most of her class mates are behaving the same.So it is their right to crawl on the bed as long as they wishes.

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    1. I have spent 16 years away from home out of which 8 years were spent in hostel for higher studies. This used to be my life during the hostel years. But with a 2.9 yr old son, sleep itself has become a luxury item now. Thank you for reading.

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