
Psychological Ramifications
My mother and I have a strange relationship. If I said it's incestuous, that'd be an exaggeration. If I said it's platonic, then I'd be lying.
My mother and I have a strange relationship. If I said it's incestuous, that'd be an exaggeration. If I said it's platonic, then I'd be lying.
Being busy with my workload, I rarely visited our building's rooftop. It has three floors. The ground floor was occupied by the landlord family, basically two senior citizens. The first floor was mine, and the third was taken on rent by some couple quite recently.
My father is a Doctor who had to leave for the hospital. He's been staying out even more since COVID. That gave us a perfect window to spend some quality time with each other.
She kept tossing and turning on her bed but failed to get back asleep. Maybe she hasn't got accustomed to their new apartment yet. She looked to her left. Her workaholic husband was fast asleep, snoring like some giant from fiction. One could say that he's a giant, and if he were any bigger moon would have started orbiting him.
The weather forecast reported heavy spells of rain accompanied by heavy winds. It was soon to be lashing the city. Kasturi was savoring the howling breeze on the rooftop. She didn't care about the weather, was longing for the rain. She was not the kind of woman who would dance under rain or get damp for no reason. It just made her nostalgic about her childhood memories.
He wakes up at night around 1:03 AM. He needed to tinkle. They were on a luxury Bus sharing a couple-seat on the upper deck, sleeper coach. AC was blowing cold air at its full capacity; the temperature was low. Scientifically speaking, one tends to take a piss more often during winter than any other season. He was drowsy, so much so that he was barely able to open his eyes completely. Feeling lazy, he had a crazy idea. It didn't seem too crazy, at that very particular moment to him. He looked at her mother, fast asleep on his side.
The day before yesterday, Christmas. Ever since I was a kid, I remember celebrating it every single year. We aren't Christians, religiously speaking. As I grew, I became an agnostic. But that's not the point.
“Chintu has been bugging me a lot. His mischief knows no end. He never accepts the fact that he stole the milk… I've told him like a gazillion times not to do that. It is for Chinky, she needs it more than him… I don't know how to make him stop.” She was talking incessantly about his son, Chintu, and younger daughter Chinky.
She managed to hoodwink her husband on Deewali night by telling him that she has an important meeting with a foreign client. The meeting was supposed to be crucial for her company, and she'll back home in no time. Here she was trying to convince me. That, she can't stay for long. That, she needs to go back to her husband as soon as possible.