Oh! Here again..
Reading about the soaring prices of onion in the
newspaper brought thoughts that had been pushed in some dark corners of my mind
way back. Couldn’t help smiling and then smirking – as if I could smell his
breath now.
Gaurav’s thoughts came tumbling in my mind. We
would so often fight on his eating onion with all meals. I hated that foul
smell that entered my nostrils when he neared me after devouring those
innocent-looking onions. I would shout, abuse – all in good humor and even bar
him from eating it next time. But the very next morning it was I who would put
Onion slices in his sandwich. I once again smiled. Tears rolled down my cheeks. No not from the bitterness of the onion in newspaper, but from the memories that had just overtaken my mind. I closed my eyes and prayed to god – I promise not to create fuss even when he
eats onion. Just send him back. Soon!
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