When Kartika came out after her bath, she saw her uniform, ironed and ready, on the bed. Her lunch had been packed and the tiffin box kept on the dining table. Breakfast was vermicelli upma, her favorite. A song was being hummed happily, and it felt familiar to her too.
When she went into the kitchen, he was there, pouring hot milk from glass to glass, trying to cool it down for her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He turned around, looked at her and smiled.
“First day at my new job,” he replied, laughing.
When she looked at him quizzically, he came and gave her a hug.
“After all, I’ve to now be a mother to you too,” said her dad, walking out.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
15th April, 2017)