People came from far and wide to consult him on wide ranging matters. No pair of feet
returned from his threshold without unburdening their worries or dilemmas.
But his own kindred stable was far from picturesque. His three off-springs never saw eye-
to-eye and their better halves followed in their foot-steps. Shankar Shastri was least
perturbed as he adept in handling them. The fault lay not in them but in their stars and
he was well acquainted with their oddly placed planetary configurations.
The husband and the astrologer in him was concerned and protective of his naïve wife
after his demise.
At twilight, the aged widowed matriarch lit the lamp, read her husband’s old almanac and retired
to bed. The old lady managed to keep the domestic machinery running smoothly with
tact and understanding.
Shankar Shastri’s clairvoyant spirit steered her through the rough weather. The almanac
was her saviour.
Written for : flash-fiction-writing-friday foto fiction-teacher. Thanks Tina Basu.
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