Deathly thought

The Staffroom during recess time is far noisier than any classroom left unattended by the teachers. “If my husband is thinking of getting married after my death, I’ll recommend your name,” Deki says in her high bass voice. Others giggle. “Deki is getting her husband married.” That guarantees some queer glances from the lopens sitting in the faraway corner.
Nonchalantly we resume our topic. “I see her genuine love for kids,” Deki adds trying to sound serious. Deki and serious talk is two different end of the rope. “She would be good to kids even if she is their stepmother,” her thoughts go on multiplying.
I know why she is saying that. She is holding a baby book I had bought for one of my friend who is a first time expectant mother. Leafing through the cute contents of the baby book, Deki can’t help but see through those pages and read my genuine love for children.
Among quakes’ of laughter I drift into my thoughts ( so, like me!). Taking Deki’s cue about her death, I think of my own death. Suppose people are made to talk about me on my DD(death day) ;would they have the same pleasant kin of opinion like Deki?
Well, let me try. I conjure up the first speaker. Some body randomly from the crowd of my acquaintances. “She never looked at the sunny side of life. So darn boring woman! Good Riddance!” I cringed at that thought. My very much alive soul reposted,” if only you knew how I always lived in the imaginary sunny world.” The person left the podium with an air of self- importance, having broken the ice.
Then appeared another friend,” she always brought pickles.” I let out a giggle thinking of how popular my homemade pickle gets in the staffroom. Well, I never held myself responsible for the pungent smell that others who went home for lunch complained of.
“She never beat us!” I heard a group of my students shout. As I was reveling in that line, I heard some of my male colleagues speaking under their breath,” she spoilt the kids that way!”
“Ewww, bad,bad,bad “ That’s what my li’l daughter says whenever she doesn’t like something that’s happening around her. So I borrowed that line from her as this spoiling thing crept in my mind.
I changed the position of my footsie, pulling the one that was crisscrossed to a bent at the knee position. I should have changed my line of thought but that’s what I wanted to do when I changed my leg’s position. But then I heard a distant murmur coming from across wires and cables, “She was so full of herself; in her blog she would write about herself , her kids, her family, her world…” I cut short that with,”hey! I know nothing to write about anything else.” With that line my mind shut all lines for further deliberation.