Monsters under the bed
“Daddy, can you check for monsters under my bed?” asks 15-year old Tina.
This was a daily ritual now. Sanath would bend down, check the darkness beneath, and then smile at Tina to assure her that there wasn’t any monsters there. He’d then give her a hug, tuck her in, and give her a kiss on the forehead, before going to his room across the hall. Her door would be open, just a smidge.
“How much longer will this go on, Sanath?” asks Rashi, as he slides into bed.
“Till it has to,” he replies, knowing that’s his truth. Rashi becomes silent.
Two years had passed, but Rashi remembers the night all too well. It was the first and last time she had seen Sanath’s anger. Her uncle, who had been visiting them, had excused himself after dinner. They had thought he was asleep, but it was only when they heard Tina shouting that they realized the monster had been under her bed.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
23rd October, 2017)