“This all expense paid holiday is becoming a torture than an enjoyment,” thought Sharma lying on an inflatable raft with his wife, sipping pineapple juice on the sea. Sharma could not reconcile his life with anything in this resort, be it high end room, high quality service, taut and toned bodied visitors, and price tags of meals on display. “Who pays, Rs. 250 for a cup of coffee?” he had asked his wife, amazed.
All his life, after paying tuition for two kids, their coaching fees for competitive exam and saving for their college education, Sharma family had hardly taken many vacations. At most they had travelled twice a year to Ludhiana and Amritsar where their parents lived.
Sharma could not understand what was the point of paying such exorbitant amount, even though it was all paid by someone else? Sharma will unlikely ever walk into such a highend property. His memory of this resort will remain like a mirage that will entice but will never be fulfilled.
Sharma walked out of the hotel and checked into an affordale hotel. He felt happy and comfortable in a zone that he could understand and relate to.
Word Count : 194
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction Sep 16th, 2018, for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading! For other stories on the theme, look here.
Photo Credit : Susan Spaulding