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.
My theme for this April is something I call ON SHORT NOTICE. The topic for the letter M is Mother, suggested by Janani, in the previous post. As I’m publishing this post very late, I will be writing on a random word from the dictionary for the letter N. The suggestions part of the theme will continue on the post for N though. Thank you!
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
15th April, 2017)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Lovely dimension to the topic. A Dad could don the hat of a mother too when the situation arises. Superb take!
I’m also amazed that this story could be applicable to all the topics I suggested. We are excelling ourselves these days. Keep going..can’t wait to read the next post ?
He could, and he should, Janie. The child depends on that. 😀 Glad you felt it was excellent.
That is so sweet ? he is on a new adventure.
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Yes. He would be. 🙂 And I hope he’s successful, Raji. 😀