Yesterday ... !
It was Friday evening and I was all
set to leave office when my watch beeped to signal it was 6.00 pm . Happily
shutting down my Mac and bidding good bye to my colleagues I picked my things
and strode out of office. As I reached the door and stepped out in the open I
was welcomed by a gush of cold wind on my face. It was one of those lightened
yet gloomy Bangalorean sky. With music plugged in I headed to the bus stop ,
this time not my regular one. I was heading to our other home at the far end of
the city as my husband wanted me to come over there for the weekend. I usually
get back home to my in-laws but not this day.. my journey back home was going
to be longer. I boarded one of those dynamic red Volvo’s and settled happily in
a seat near the window, not coz I was obsessed with window seat in an AC bus
but the view would be clear to keep myself entertained in what was going to be
a nearly two and a half our journey. The bus seemed to move at snails pace as I
was travelling out of one of those famous IT jungles of the city. As I stared
out of the window dreaming vaguely and staring at some point in the sky absent
mindedly a rain drop hit the glass window of the bus. My playlist seemed to be
in sync with the weather, my mom’s favorite song started playing , A song she
always loved and wanted to sing to me. I usually call her whilst leaving office
to let her know I was going home so she wouldn’t have to worry living in
Chennai for her kid’s safety. For some reason I did not call her this eve.. I dozed
of dreaming about the rainy days of my childhood when I used to hold the window
bars and blow droplets off while I kept an eye out for the sign of mom or dad’s
arrival from work.. Memories of mom’s hot pakodas or bajjis reminded me of my
hungry tummy rumbling yet I went on with my dreams.. those good old days when
mom and me had fun picking up mangoes in our backyard that came crashing
on the muddy ground during stormy evenings.. the times when she held me close
and tight when a thunder struck believing I would get scared .. I was never
afraid but I enjoyed her warmth which she never knew.. dad would come home and
I would rush free from her asking him for a motor boat ride on his scooter
which gave the boat ride effect in stagnant water. He never complained , he
would take me for a ride even during the down pour with both of us wearing our
respective duckback raincoats. We both would come back after the ride singing
loudly out of tune and enjoy watching TV together with mom. Smiling to myself I was suddenly shaken out of
my dreams when my mobile rang ..it was MOM !
Where in the world are you now ?? she
yelled ..
I responded “on the bus back home mom”
sheepishly
Can’t you even call and tell me that
what were you even thinking ?
Sorry mom .. It’s raining here and I
kept dreaming of your hot bajjis
She laughed and became silent .. I
knew what she felt.. I started my rants about office .. I dint want her to feel
bad. I ranted for almost an hour until I reached home partly drenched intentionally , had dinner and went to
bed expecting dear hubby to come home early . He gently woke me up and the
first question he asks me : hey Did you call MOM today ?
Yeah I spoke to her … She called me !
