Forgetfulness

The hilarious struggles of forgetfulness : A journey of lost keys and unanswered worries

Forgetfulness

One day I suddenly went to town..Oh my god. I didn't turn off the gas..

Now my head is on fire...I have the key in my hand..No one is home..What the hell should I tell the neighbor Mangala Mala who called me..

""Brother, I'm in town..Oh, I don't remember if I turned off the stove.""..

Ah...I'll check, sister...

In a little while..

Sister..It's still small....no smoke..Everything is fine...The situation is peaceful...But...if there is a fire, I will definitely tell you, don't be afraid..

I'll be here all day.........

Mom, I'm the one who asked for help..I made up my mind and finished my work halfway and came home quickly. When I turned off the stove and looked, the situation was peaceful just like the ghost said......

Another day at a nearby house We all stayed there until it was a little dark..

When I tried to come home after twelve o'clock, the key I had in my hand was not there...I searched for the key in the places I had not told anyone, but there was no key there.

When I asked what I was looking for, I did not tell anyone because I had to fix the shape.....

But the work was unsuccessful...

Even though I knew I would be criticized, I informed the highest place in the house...

I.....

The key is not there...

Oh...Oh...Now, where was it...

That's him..

If you know where it is, would you look for it??

I tried to ask, but I did not say it, my friend...I swallowed it again...

Shape took a step back...After a while

He was very happy that such an opportunity would come...So without saying anything else, he started looking for the key.

We searched the grass near the hut...

We also went to the place where the body was...Why did the monks go there to see if there was any land?

Now the key is nowhere to be found..

Everyone in the garden found out that the key was missing after searching..

Except for the dead Wimala Aunty, everyone helped us find the key..

If we searched further, that Aunty would have gotten up and come back..

Now I couldn't think of what to do and came home... It was already past two in the morning, dancing..dancing..when I came home...

Now all I can't stand are the harsh words...

You're not here..don't you remember that much?

Now they are sitting on a chair outside and looking at each other for a while..

After a while, he went to the door and opened it..The key that I had been searching for so long was in the door..The dance we danced was a disaster...

I thought I had closed the door and taken the key, but I didn't take the key..

There are many more incidents like this..

When I go to bed at night, I remember whether the doors were closed...whether the keys were taken...whether the windows were locked...whether the lights were turned off, whether the children were sleeping without using the net..

So I get out of bed again and look at it and go to bed, and that's it...otherwise I won't sleep..

This...so if there are still people like me, it's not for the first time...I...will be fine.