The platform was much of rush with people who came to receive. I was standing proud to pick up my kids – for me they still seemed to be kids but my instinct said they all are grown up. I silently cherished my kids first train journey 15 years ago to Madurai – the heaven, my mom is there. She is still there living peacefully expecting me for every summer vacation with my kids. It has been a three year gap as I could not get my kids out of their work. I thought my mom would be expecting us for a long time and decided to be there after this New Year as a surprise!
At last, my kids arrived and my son straight away hugged me up! I remembered my son hugging me every evening till standard five when I used to pick him up at school at Delhi Public School, Kolkata. I could sense how much he missed me with the intensity of the hug. Aishu is all well and it seemed she is enjoying her profession a lot. They both were still fresh as it was just a 3 hour journey from Chennai.
With the wild traffic, we reached home after 1 hour and Priya seemed to be busy preparing while we all entered. The joy of mother is something special always. She is much amused to see her matured daughter and proud to see her son pursuing at one of the leading institutes. Three years ago Aishu left us for her project at Chennai and stayed there since then. We missed her a lot. But still Priya would ruin atleast 10% of my fortune in calling her daughter! We all sat in our dining table together after three long years!
Abishek could not resist asking, “Dad, Its 10 years since I have asked you about this!”
“I remember kido and is there any problem in asking once again?” I winked.
“OK. Why do we alone celebrate December 30 as our New Year while all others do it two days later?” he still had the puzzled look over me. I travelled 10 years back when he first asked me the same question. I even wondered he is same as his mother, remembering every single moment of life!
I looked at Priya and she said, “We will start discussing after our lunch!” Priya’s orders have its own weightage in our home. I usually won’t say no, Aishu will follow me and Abishek will never go against his mother!
Priya has grown far more in her cooking style from when I married her! She has made a variety this afternoon, a rice pulav, chapathi and paneer, fish curry and rice! “Awesome lunch” said Aishu. “Your mom knows Zero cooking at your age Aishu!” I said. Priya interrupted, “It’s an act of diet measure for your weight at that time darling!”
“Surrender” I said!
Abishek was not at all interested in such conversations. He wanted to know why our new year was 2 days early. Priya looked at me and asked, “Shall we start clearing Abi’s doubts?”
It’s all about my Mistake!
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