Continues ……………….
I was afraid of leaving her. I had never done that and I can’t imagine a life without her. I clutched her hands more tightly.
“Ahh…you are hurting me”
All of a sudden, tears started coming out of my eyes.
“Now what??”
“I don’t want to go to school”
“You will have friends over there. There will be lots n lots of teachers. They will teach you ABCD….”
“Nooooo………I don’t want to go to school”, and I cried out louder than ever.
“But, if you don’t go to school, how will you become a Doctor”
“I don’t want to be a doctor. I don’t want to go to school.” And when I realized that my cries won’t matter anymore,
I knelt down holding her legs tightly, “Mummy Please…I don’t want …please….please…” And I cried like hell, “Please …I don’t want to go to school”.
[On that day a new actor was born, and that was my first and best ever performance]
Within 5 minutes, I found myself back at my den , running after butterflies , doing some garden work ,
playing with my toys and of course creating troubles while she worked in kitchen.
“Karthik behave properly else I will send you to school”, a threat that would stop the little toddler in me from doing experiments.
This award winning performance continued for a week and the real trouble came when
Dad took over the responsibility from mom. Soon I found myself walking through the
corridors of hell “The School”.
Dad you are great!!!!
So there was a time when I was not able to stay away from her for a single moment.
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It’s been 5 months since my last visit to home. I have no idea when I will get my next leave.
Just want to see her, just want to taste the food that she makes and just want to feel the warmth of my den.
“He Who Mustn’t Be Named” won’t like if the sleeping actor in me wakes up. So better give me leave !!!!
Miss U A Lot !!!
