Flipping Tables

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"Unbelievable! She flipped it neatly, and turned it again too, within minutes," her teenager son looked up at her in awe.

" I know son, I was watching your Ma too!" Pa chuckled and beamed a smile at her as she brought steaming chapattis and settled at the table.

"Ma, how did you do that?" 

" You made it look as easy as flipping these chapattis," Pa interjected, giving her palm a loving squeeze. 

"The helicopter I was flying can backflip from a hovering position because it's got semi-rigid rotor systems. After I've  established a positive 'G' on the rotor blades it co-operates, letting me pull-off a clean back-flip!" She was mentally back in the cockpit as she explained, passionately.

"Mind- blowing, Ma!  My friends joke that  girls can't drive cars."

"Tell them, the woman of today can sail her own boat and sink your ship too if she decides to," Ma laughed.

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 This 150 words microtale was originally written for the Terribly Tiny Tales & Instagram collaborated International Women's Day contest - #NotSoOrdiNaari Challenge on the occasion of IWD2021

" It's not a woman's job"

The only thing that's not a woman's job is entertaining comments like these. 


This story has been featured as the BlogAdda Tangy Tuesday pick which you can visit HERE 





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