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A DROP OF MANNA

  There was no sign  of any endorsement  of  her  bits of  reflections  as she  checked  her portal. Her heart sank.  "But what is the compulsion"? She sighed with  exasperation ! "This is living on the edge" she moaned . Around her the routine activities were going on. The maids were washing and cleaning and her  husband  instructing them and also  giving his two bit advices which he had garnered in his life time of living.  A continuous monologue which went on till the maids left the house. She never could  engage with all this  because for her it  would be  getting into mundane while she soared in the vast  expanse of the  Space showing  outside her wide window. She had  perfected the sly art of  dissembling which  turned her inner world opaque  to the outsiders.   "Let me check again may be there is a drop of 'manna 'there on the portal"!  She  checked with apprehension ! 

The Sun was high in the sky  and the lone squirrel was creeping with the furtiveness of a sleuth to grab the food  chunks on the ledge fearing the dark  crows hovering  over  with their sharp roving eyes.

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