He was everywhere she looked... and nowhere at all.. every corner that she peered around had some hint of him.. a lingering scent.. an echo… maybe a fading footprint in the mess that was the floor..
She desperately wanted to get away… escape him if only for a little while.. maybe disappear into a world where he didn’t exist…
“I really need some time to myself.. its like my entire existence has been consumed by his demands… what do I do?”
“you can’t actually mean that maya… you know you love him.. you cannot possibly survive an hour without him.. and you know how he loves you”
“that’s easy for you to say nina… do you know I haven’t painted in heaven knows how long.. haven’t danced.. haven’t even read a good book.. everytime I want to just sit down he puts forward a new demand…”
“why are you whispering though?”
“I sneaked into the other room.. he’s sleeping right now.. if he wakes up and finds me missing he’ll start screaming again.. I should probably go.. I think I hear him waking up…”
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“mumma…..????”
“aye mela bachcha.. ninna nahi ai??”
“mumma godi”
“aa ja beta..”
He sighed in peace as she took him in her arms…
“how could I ever even think about getting away from him….”
4 comments:
Nice :D
I knew 'he' was a baby the moment I read it... Guess how??? Because that is exactly how I felt when my kids were young!! :)
Good one!!
thanks IHM! thaks sidharth
nice one annie!
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