Diary of an average author

Short cut

Once, while we; my mother, siblings and I, were coming back from my grandma's house. My mom said to us, "let's take a short cut."

"Short cut?" We asked her. The house was barely a ten minutes walk away.

"Yes!" She exclaimed and took us down a mysterious path. For a kid of mere 7 year old, it was very scary. My siblings, who are younger then me, clung to my mothers legs as we walked on.

Our mother's enthusiastic smile told us it will be fine. But the paths were very narrow. And we ended up at the house twenty minutes late than usual.

Once home, we asked mama, "Ammi! That was not a short cut!"

Our mother said. "It was. Didn't you see? The paths were shorter."

We didn't like it then. But this I do remember.

Never in my life again I took a short cut. I remember the long path with narrow ways.

My mother taught me what short cuts really were. After that if anyone told me that this was a short cut, I would simply say "I'm sorry. I'm better this way."