It was a chilly weather. The dusk looked alluring. Between the magnificent woods, there was a little cottage. Wind was striking the tinted window panes of the cottage. Harshita opened the gate of the cottage and entered through a narrow passage.
"Hi Home!" she said chirpily.
"Agya mera beta?" A middle aged woman in grey salwar-kameez embraced Harshita.
"Yes ammu. What's for the dinner?" She asked.
"Egg Curry"
"Ew! ammu you know I hate it," Harshita crincled her cute nose.
"How would Kasauli's best baker like my boring food," her mother taunted more in a funny way.
"Come on ammu! don't tease me this way. I'll help you set the dinner table," Harshita softly touched her mother's hand.
As the night grew deeper the little cottage lighted up. Between the sandalwood trees their little house was illuminated. Harshita and her mother kept themselves busy at the dining table. Their faces showed that they were somehow satisfied with life but the third plate kept untouched full of food showed something tempestuous in the house. Seeing the third plate Harshita finally broke the silence.
"Ammu, change yourself," Harshita had a stern expression on her face.
The beautiful daughter- mother moment was turning into something stressful.
"He will come," her mother said firmly.
"He won't come ever. He went never to come back. Why don't you just forget about it?" Harshita banged her hands over the table. She clenched her hands. Her pretty eyes turned red.
"He is your father," her mother said meekly drooping her eyes.
"He was my father until he decided to leave us alone. He was my father until he started hitting you. He was my father until he refused to give my university fee. He can never be my father. He..." Harshita broke into silent moans.
"Ammu...I..I just don't want to think about the man who left you for a younger woman," Harshita spoke further.
"Beta..,"
"Ammu, I have to prepare an order and send it early in the morning. Good night." Harshita see-offed her mother rudely and smashed the door of her room.
The food was left untouched. The chairs remained lifeless. Harshita's mother removed the plates from the dining table. She silently sobbed. Her past was haunting her. She wanted a happy family like everyone else's. She felt herself to be unlucky. She tried making a home but could not integrate the members of her family. She loved Harshita and all she wanted was to keep her away from the bad memories of her father.
"Why did you do this to us Rajesh?" she led off the tears from her eyes.
"Hi Home!" she said chirpily.
"Agya mera beta?" A middle aged woman in grey salwar-kameez embraced Harshita.
"Yes ammu. What's for the dinner?" She asked.
"Egg Curry"
"Ew! ammu you know I hate it," Harshita crincled her cute nose.
"How would Kasauli's best baker like my boring food," her mother taunted more in a funny way.
"Come on ammu! don't tease me this way. I'll help you set the dinner table," Harshita softly touched her mother's hand.
As the night grew deeper the little cottage lighted up. Between the sandalwood trees their little house was illuminated. Harshita and her mother kept themselves busy at the dining table. Their faces showed that they were somehow satisfied with life but the third plate kept untouched full of food showed something tempestuous in the house. Seeing the third plate Harshita finally broke the silence.
"Ammu, change yourself," Harshita had a stern expression on her face.
The beautiful daughter- mother moment was turning into something stressful.
"He will come," her mother said firmly.
"He won't come ever. He went never to come back. Why don't you just forget about it?" Harshita banged her hands over the table. She clenched her hands. Her pretty eyes turned red.
"He is your father," her mother said meekly drooping her eyes.
"He was my father until he decided to leave us alone. He was my father until he started hitting you. He was my father until he refused to give my university fee. He can never be my father. He..." Harshita broke into silent moans.
"Ammu...I..I just don't want to think about the man who left you for a younger woman," Harshita spoke further.
"Beta..,"
"Ammu, I have to prepare an order and send it early in the morning. Good night." Harshita see-offed her mother rudely and smashed the door of her room.
The food was left untouched. The chairs remained lifeless. Harshita's mother removed the plates from the dining table. She silently sobbed. Her past was haunting her. She wanted a happy family like everyone else's. She felt herself to be unlucky. She tried making a home but could not integrate the members of her family. She loved Harshita and all she wanted was to keep her away from the bad memories of her father.
"Why did you do this to us Rajesh?" she led off the tears from her eyes.
