The End of Weight

How often do you walk or run?

Mr Nandamuri wore his walking shoes; he was wearing his track suit as well. Mrs Nandamuri stood, keeping a close watch.



“You can go back to doing yoga, you don’t have to stand here” Mr Nandamuri said



“I am not going anywhere I will sit here till you return from your walk,” said a determined Mrs Nandamuri



Mr Nandamuri got up and looked towards the window, “Do you think it might rain?”



“No, it won’t. I checked the forecast yesterday. If you want, I can check it again,” replied Mrs Nandamuri



“It’s fine, you don’t have to check,” said Mr Nandamuri as he walked toward the door



Mr Nandamuri stepped out the door and looked back at Mrs Nandamuri standing at the door.



“Take the stairs and I want to see more steps on your smartwatch today,” said Mrs Nandamuri



Mr Nandamuri gave a slight nod and quietly walked away and disappeared going down the stairs.



Mr Nandamuri was in his late forties. He was a relationship manager in a private bank. His life was going smoothly, he had a good bond with his wife, their only daughter was working and studying abroad. He had good friends in the workplace as well as in the neighbourhood.



The problem began when Mr Nandamuri developed a habit of late-night snacking while watching television, despite requests by his wife and daughter against doing so. The issue took a turn for the worse when a shirt Mrs Nandamuri had gifted Mr Nandamuri a year before had become tight and quite impossible to wear comfortably.



Mrs Nandamuri decided to take things in her hand and prepared a diet chart, not allowing anything edible in home that could take that weight drastically further.



Then came the fitness routine. While Mrs Nandamuri regularly practised yoga, Mr Nandamuri on the other hand hadn’t done anything with fitness as aim in his entire life. He did go out to play badminton for some years after his marriage but that also came to a slow end.



Mrs Nandamuri one day arrived home with walking shoes and track suit as Mr Nandamuri wondered what they were for.



“You are going to start walking from tomorrow morning onwards,” Mrs Nandamuri smiled



Waking up earlier than the time Mr Nandamuri was used to, alone proved to be a difficult task. He tried to brush it off as tiredness and later as not feeling well but eventually Mrs Nandamuri wouldn’t listen to any excuses.



“You go out there, I don’t care how tired you are or how unwell you are feeling,” Mrs Nandamuri said and Mr Nandamuri did listen. He got up the bed and went out of the room only for Mrs Nandamuri to find him sleeping in another bedroom and the words Mr Nandamuri had to hear that day echoed in his ears every morning and he woke up early on his own form then on. He wore the shoes and track suit and he went out.



Mrs Nandamuri was happy that her husband had finally taken this healthy life seriously until one day her neighbour told her, “I see Mr Nandamuri sitting on the park bench every morning when I return from my morning walk.” Then a few others told the same.



Mrs Nandamuri was worried about what was to be done now. How long was she supposed to keep pushing this grown man like he was a child.



One day when Mr Nandamuri returned home, he found a box waiting on the table.



“Our daughter sent it for you,” said Mrs Nandamuri, “it is a smartwatch, you will wear it from tomorrow onwards when you go for a walk, and then I will update the stats of the watch in an application on my phone.”


Mr Nandamuri knew now that he was left with no other option but to work his legs in form of walking and he went out for morning walk every day and though slowly, the results had started showing, but Mrs Nandamuri wasn’t going to give up before seeing it through to the end of all that additional weight. 

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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