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Friday 8 August, 2008
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Home ....Sweet ...........Home

                                         

Home ……..Sweet ……..Home

 

 

End of yet another day. I leaned on the sofa  and closed my eyes and  tried to trace  the road through which I traveled today. Same routine things yet so charming. Hussy fuszzy morning hours flies away within no  time. A hubby trying to silence the Alarm in the morning and two angels ,all fighting to win the title for who sleeps long. A yelling mom complaints

“Get up Will u”

Blankets removed  and my crazy girls jumps to floor, their papa still safe inside the blanket winks at them. My butterflies flies around me .

  “On ……ur….. mark ……..Get……. Set….Go……… .”

 Here goes my power puff girls, both  in two direction .

“Mom did u see my tie, seen my Id ?”quires goes endless and from kitchen my sound echoes making my third kid also to get up.

 “Nithu my bed coffee” an  uncompromising Papa demands with sleepy eyes.

Cooking ,packing ,dressing up , the usual merry-go- round cycles again. Little complaints and laughter in the breakefast table made the day memorable.

“ Neethu still u don’t know how to make chatney?” ,He sounded annoyed

I tried to suppress all my anger.He read my mind so easily.

“ May I tell you what you are thinking now?”

“Yes, come on  tell me?”

“You idiot ,if you are hungry eat it otherwise get lost, isn’t it?”

“ Exactly right , how well you read my mind”, me too didn’t  give up

“You know girls your mom is a better cook of a particular dish?”

“What?” both my crickets chirped simultaneously.

“ Boiled eggs, ha.. ha.. ha” he started pulling by leg and my giddy daughters joined him .I  sensed that things are going out of control and declared  144!

“Chalo, chalo its time up , get ready fast” ,I commanded

and within minutes  all are ready for the short prayer before leaving home.Some how all are pushed out of the door, an always forgetful Papa shouts

Nithu don’t close the door my watch is inside”

I give him a stare and stamping my legs I rushed for his watch , and our crazy kids started  giggling to tease their papa.

Once the door is locked a big sigh of  relief and a peep into the wrist watch, oh !better time management this time! Good bye puppies flies in the air and the four moves in three direction, eager for the evening to come to be under the warmth of  the blanket of love and care once again. Yes, home is  indeed a paradise !

Sitting there and pondering thoughts I slipped in to a nap , and  heard my favourise song “ Jab se tere nayana, mere nayanomse lagire,thab se deevana huva ,thab se begana huva   rab bhi deevana

lagire………rab bhi deevana lagire …….hooo!……” filling my ears. I felt the   headphones, fixed in my ears and opened

eyes to see what is happening around. My daughters were

clapping and enjoying  their papa’s naughtiness. I experienced

once again the warm blanket of love and care around me and

close my eye to enjoy ineffable charm of the hunting music wafting in the ears!

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