Words not spoken...

It was a Christmas night many years ago, when my siblings and I were having a war of words on the most inconsequential things. My dad decided to gag gift us that Christmas night. He neatly packed a pair of wooden clothes pegs in each of our stockings. We all thought it was hilarious and laughed at the thought of clipping our mouths with pegs. But he gave us the best message of our lives: Sometimes, some words are best unspoken.

Till date, whenever possible, I use the invisible clothes pegs – for the sake of my own sanity. Veniza Glenn Fernandez