Tears=====
I was cleaning the kitchen and it was almost 11 in the night. After a really hot day suddenly when a cool breeze said an hello to me I was really surprised.I just went near the window and well it was no longer cool breeze but it turned out to be an arrogant wind. The sound of the wind and the clouds kind of scared me.It always was like that from my childhood. I knew that the wind wont hurt me but still there was a fear a fear kind of a different feeling. I just wanted to run to my husbandwake him up and just felt like going out and dancing in the wind and rain. I came to the bedroom and saw my tired husband already in deep sleep and next to him my 10 monthsbaby too was sleeping. I had just spend 2 hours to put her to sleep. Should I wake my tired husband and should I wake my baby and waste my two hours effort of putting her to sleep.
Along with the wind drifted my thoughts too back to my childhood days. When I was a kid I faced the same wind with same tingling fear. The moment I hear the sound of the wind I used to rush to my dad. He used to hug me and make me sit in his lap. Beside me my mom would be either telling me stories or humming her favorite songand inspite of the fear I used to feel as though I were the most protected kid in the world.
As years rolled by in my school days when I saw the wind, the same fear but now my younger sis was there. I used to rush to her and hug her and next to memy parents having a healthy competition of who is good at making paper boats. And ofcourse the judge being me, I would always declare the winner not based on their boats but basedon who was more considerate to me then.
Then came my teen days, the same wind and rain, but there was a small ego which never allowed me to tell my friends that am scared of wind, and so always we a group ofthree friends, used to get drenched in rain , eating ice cream and being cursed by some elders...See these kids on the road...Eating icecreams in such a cold weather...!!!
Then came my college days, this time though I had the fear for the sound of the wind and heavy rain, my reaction to it was, to put a chair near the window and have myfavorite novel in my hand and beg and pamper my mom for a freshly brewed coffee..And finally when I settle in the chair listening to the songs of rain and wind and sipping my coffeeand about to read the book, my sis would come and take the book away and we used to have a small fight and lots of giggles and the episode will end with me and my sistalking useless (that it seemed to be the most useful) gossips.
Then came my courtship days, the same wind and rain, would take me to my mobile and I used to call my would be(now my hubby) and talk sweet nothings mostly caughtby my naughtiest sis.
Then came the days as newly wed, this wind and rain and it was nice to tell my hubby that I am actually scared of wind and to settle in his warm hug and romantic cuddles.
Well now as a mom of ten months and after five years of married life, the same wind and rain, giving me thoughts if I should wake my husband along with that some worries like Oh my God the clothes I had put outside will become wet.
Suddenly there was a big thunder that brought me back to the present moment. I just noticed tears rolling down in my cheeks.
Trust me..I really dont know if they are tears of happiness or sadness.
I was cleaning the kitchen and it was almost 11 in the night. After a really hot day suddenly when a cool breeze said an hello to me I was really surprised.I just went near the window and well it was no longer cool breeze but it turned out to be an arrogant wind. The sound of the wind and the clouds kind of scared me.It always was like that from my childhood. I knew that the wind wont hurt me but still there was a fear a fear kind of a different feeling. I just wanted to run to my husbandwake him up and just felt like going out and dancing in the wind and rain. I came to the bedroom and saw my tired husband already in deep sleep and next to him my 10 monthsbaby too was sleeping. I had just spend 2 hours to put her to sleep. Should I wake my tired husband and should I wake my baby and waste my two hours effort of putting her to sleep.
Along with the wind drifted my thoughts too back to my childhood days. When I was a kid I faced the same wind with same tingling fear. The moment I hear the sound of the wind I used to rush to my dad. He used to hug me and make me sit in his lap. Beside me my mom would be either telling me stories or humming her favorite songand inspite of the fear I used to feel as though I were the most protected kid in the world.
As years rolled by in my school days when I saw the wind, the same fear but now my younger sis was there. I used to rush to her and hug her and next to memy parents having a healthy competition of who is good at making paper boats. And ofcourse the judge being me, I would always declare the winner not based on their boats but basedon who was more considerate to me then.
Then came my teen days, the same wind and rain, but there was a small ego which never allowed me to tell my friends that am scared of wind, and so always we a group ofthree friends, used to get drenched in rain , eating ice cream and being cursed by some elders...See these kids on the road...Eating icecreams in such a cold weather...!!!
Then came my college days, this time though I had the fear for the sound of the wind and heavy rain, my reaction to it was, to put a chair near the window and have myfavorite novel in my hand and beg and pamper my mom for a freshly brewed coffee..And finally when I settle in the chair listening to the songs of rain and wind and sipping my coffeeand about to read the book, my sis would come and take the book away and we used to have a small fight and lots of giggles and the episode will end with me and my sistalking useless (that it seemed to be the most useful) gossips.
Then came my courtship days, the same wind and rain, would take me to my mobile and I used to call my would be(now my hubby) and talk sweet nothings mostly caughtby my naughtiest sis.
Then came the days as newly wed, this wind and rain and it was nice to tell my hubby that I am actually scared of wind and to settle in his warm hug and romantic cuddles.
Well now as a mom of ten months and after five years of married life, the same wind and rain, giving me thoughts if I should wake my husband along with that some worries like Oh my God the clothes I had put outside will become wet.
Suddenly there was a big thunder that brought me back to the present moment. I just noticed tears rolling down in my cheeks.
Trust me..I really dont know if they are tears of happiness or sadness.
2 comments:
Good one...
Congrats! Its a deserving story. To marvel simple things in life is a gift. keep rocking ma'am
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