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Dining Table Tales

 The guests are arriving at any moment, and it's a situation room in the kitchen. The mother is worried about the dishes that have come off the stove. Will they lose their taste when cold? And of those on the stove becoming too much cooked? The father burns a lot of helping the mother. The kids are not much concerned. They are on a spree having a gala time with intermittent snacks and no one to supervise them with both parents busy in the kitchen.


It's time to dress the dining table. The buck gets passed among the members, and those who win the raffle get to do one big task of clearing and cleaning it. From kid's crayons to the grocery shopping, this piece of furniture has the scars of all the things that come and go in the family.


When exam time comes, the dining table becomes the study. The kids may have exclusive study tables. But this is where the strict parent spreads out all the texts and pesters the kids to score more marks. Then eating and studying go hand in hand there.


This poor thing gets enough banging from the kids when the irresistible tasty smelling noodles from the kitchen get late to arrive. Do I need to say who bangs with the loudest thuds when the spouses fight with each other? It has even become a bed for the teenager when he loses his room during family occasions. It's the place where the sweetest and the bitterest news break. The dear dining table is a mute witness to all the lovely and not so lovely things happening in our homes. Be sure that in your family, you share a meal daily in this sublime place.


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  1. UnknownFebruary 7, 2021 at 9:41 PM

    Very true dear friend..But least noticed until now....U really made us to open our eyes to view more of this poor table👍

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