The Missing Plate



Grandpa was morose. Navya asked her mother what the problem was.

“We can’t find his favorite plate. It has vanished!”

“What? That cannot be!” exclaimed Navya as she ran to the kitchen. She joined in a frantic search for the plate but it was nowhere. She let out a groan.

Grandma tried to console Grandpa but to no avail. He sat poring over a book, pretending to read.

Navya’s brother Tushar too tried to get some life out of Grandpa but he wouldn’t flinch.

Breakfast was somber. The home felt like someone had died.


The whole morning they searched every nook and cranny of their home for the missing plate. Everyone was tired.

“Are you sure you kept it at the usual place after you had washed it?” Navya asked the maid even as she prepared to serve lunch for the family.

“Yes, it was there when I left last evening” the maid responded.

Grandpa refused to have lunch. He was becoming difficult. Dad and Mom tried to convince Grandpa to eat something in a different plate for the day.

“You wouldn’t talk like that if you knew the history of the plate!” Grandpa retorted.

Lunch was also a low-key affair. Tushar and Navya knew that they had to find the plate soon.

Grandma recalled how the plate was a gift from her brother for their wedding forty years back. It was a story everybody had heard many times. With the plate gone, there was a sadness to her voice.


Tushar and Navya went about searching the house for the umpteenth time. They looked under tables, inside cupboards and even the garden. No, that plate had indeed vanished.

Grandpa had been in bed since lunch. Grandma was beside him. Dad and Mom were getting worried by the hour.

Their dog Bailey had also been acting strange. He seemed like he was in pain. When Navya touched his jaw, he showed a lot of discomfort. Tushar was bemused as well. They now had another thing to worry about other than Grandpa’s missing plate.

They followed Bailey into their parents’ room. Once there, he began chewing something. Tushar and Navya exchanged glances. They stealthily got behind the dog and looked over. To their astonishment, he was chewing on Grandpa’s plate! No wonder they couldn’t find it and no wonder the dog’s jaw was paining, Navya wondered.

She swiftly grabbed the plate from the dog and ran to Grandpa. Bailey woofed like he had lost the bone he was playing with.

“We found your plate, Grandpa. We found it!” she exclaimed.

Grandpa was thrilled beyond words. He seized the plate from Navya and announced that he was hungry.

Mom went into the kitchen and cooked up some delicious dishes. Dinner turned out to be a hearty affair. How the day had turned!

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6. The theme for Day 4 is ‘Feature a day in your life or someone else’s life’



I'm an avid reader and writer. Reading gets me a feeling of understanding the world through different perspectives and writing helps me outline my thoughts from the cobwebs that the mind has trapped it in!

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