All Chapters of A different shoe size: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

The long awaited day had finally set in. We were all on our tip toes working around the clock to ensure every twig was on its proper branch. Folks began to flock in. Clergy and common man alike made his way onto deck. Like the virgins that waited patiently with lamps lit, all awaited the arrival of bride and groom, not at midnight, but in the cool of the afternoon. As the scripts of the day had it, the bride would await the groom, hence she and her train of maidens was first to arrive. As she made her way, like a princess heading out for coronation, every knee straightened as men and women stood to their feet. She gracefully walked down the aisle. And she too began to wait for the groom’s retinue. Soon the wait was over. There were no ‘foolish virgins', all kept a faithful watch. All had their lamps trimmed as it were. Eyes turned from minister and bride

 “Water, check. Energy bars, check. Juice, chicken nuggets, fruits, check. Weather; just like the weather man would have it on a fair day, check. Hmmmm, what else? Oh, I almost forgot, fuel; almost 360 degrees from E, good sign, check. Mood elated, check. Okay Gran. We are good to go,” I shouted having completed my checklist for our visit to the estate, farmland. “Says who?” Gran interjected while giving Shaw

We soon left Seventh Heaven. The city lights beamed in a distance like a lighthouse that was a savour of life to them that braved the high seas. Yet, unlike the lighthouse, the city had more perils in comparison, a life we had become accustomed to. Amenities here were many, but so were the annoyances. Being stuck in traffic was a daily ire. The city perhaps was a place of great contrasts. Pomp and mendicancy polka-dotted the bends. The affluent and pauper traversed the same streets, one on twos for a lifetime and the other on wheels, treading the lanes was a planned undertaking if not a pursuit for a leaner body. The machinations that were constantly filling the lots were promising of better days, less work, and more time on our hands, yet a paradox we lived. We were slowly becoming subservient to the works of our hands, our own inventions, a servitude not anticipate

“So, tell me, how did the walk go?” Gran intruded as I headed to my inn.  “It was okay, we managed to reach the store. And I managed to get you the resins at a promotional price, g

 Days rolled on with the tides of normalcy. Nothing bearing a hue of disaffection. Zack and Tanya were back too. Our little boardroom as we called it was filled to capacity once again. Though now a couple, they still owed me undivided attention, a pledge I made them take prior to their marriage. Yet, as one may have it, I had made them take oath at a time when their mental statuses were compromised. A love spurt, I had come to learn is a deviation from norma