The Weighing Machine

She behaved like a woman possessed. She would step on it every hour, calculating, sweating, crying, wondering how many more hours to spend on the treadmill. The numbers on the display consumed her every thought, influenced every decision from food to clothes. But the numbers never changed.
“Look at her!”she overheard an aunt say to her mother, “Saand jaisi! She’ll never get married.”
This pinched her in so many ways. The same condescending aunt discovered her hanging from the ceiling fan.

There was a broken weighing machine on the floor.

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39 thoughts on “The Weighing Machine

  1. Sreesha Divakaran November 26, 2013 / 7:36 PM

    I was attempting “sad”, but “scary” is good too 😀 As long as you liked it 😉


  2. Mohit Udhwani November 26, 2013 / 7:41 PM

    Bit different(unexpected) end but not bad. You showed frustration results


  3. Sreesha Divakaran November 26, 2013 / 7:46 PM

    Hey Mohit, welcome to my blog!
    Happy endings are overrated, I feel (and unreal).
    Keep visiting 😀


  4. aydiv November 26, 2013 / 8:00 PM

    Very well written, not even 100 words, but very powerful..


  5. allresourceupdates November 26, 2013 / 9:04 PM

    Mixture of Frustration,Pressure and Sadness..Well Written.. 🙂
    But The Moral is we really shouldn't live our life according to others thought,God made us Unique in our own way and we should be proud of it.. 😀


  6. Indrani November 27, 2013 / 4:05 AM

    A sad one!
    Why do we give so much importance to looks!


  7. Sreesha Divakaran November 27, 2013 / 4:47 AM

    Yes, we should be… But to talk about someone's looks is very insensitive and the remarks can really hurt..


  8. Sreesha Divakaran November 27, 2013 / 4:57 AM

    Yes, apparently a person's worth is in the size of his/her frame or the color of his/her skin color! *frustrated*


  9. Jyotsna Bhatia November 27, 2013 / 5:05 AM

    This is a sad truth of today's times. We are conditioned in a way that keeps physical aspects above everything else rather than being good human beings.


  10. Sreesha Divakaran November 27, 2013 / 5:43 AM

    And the derogatory terms we apply to those who might be physically different. It's terrible!


  11. Abhijnan November 27, 2013 / 12:57 PM

    Wow that hit me like an onrushing truck!!! Outstanding!!!


  12. i'm CRAzy NOt November 27, 2013 / 4:40 PM

    ahaa, just enough words. bravo


  13. Helena Fortissima November 28, 2013 / 3:19 PM

    As Lao-tzu said, “Care about other peoples approval and you will be their prisoner.” If people didn't worry about what other people thought of them, there wouldn't be such a thing as low self esteem.


  14. nothingprofound November 28, 2013 / 3:56 PM

    Very sad. One has to develop a thick skin when dealing with disapproval and criticism. Not be upset by the world's foolish opinions.


  15. Sreesha Divakaran November 28, 2013 / 4:00 PM

    Yes Helena, but it is human nature to be disheartened by remarks such as these.


  16. Sreesha Divakaran November 28, 2013 / 4:01 PM

    I guess when your self-esteem is already down in the dumps, the opinions of the world seem a lot louder than they really are…


  17. Tomichan Matheikal November 28, 2013 / 4:17 PM

    I would have ended the story differently:
    The aunt's remark worked the miracle that the treadmill failed to.


  18. Sreesha Divakaran November 28, 2013 / 4:19 PM

    🙂 I had that ending in mind too at first. But it seemed unreal somehow. Miracles and I were never on very good terms!


  19. theteacerebration April 18, 2015 / 1:16 AM

    Depressing, and so powerful! The world and its ridiculous opinions 😦


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