But for the portico lights and the lights drifting out from the houses near by, I am sitting in darkness. Sound from some TV program sneaks under the closed door. My runny nose demands my attention, the sweaty body irritates me with its being. The cool breeze flying by is soothing on the body and ticklish on the nose.
My wife is in Bangalore, my elder daughter is somewhere inside with her cousin. My younger baby is away at her grand parents'. I suddenly lost the purpose of my existence.
There is no one around me demanding attention or rendering it to me. If I dissolve into the breeze, I will be nothing but a sneeze unheard.
But then, somewhere in the darkness, I see a pair of small hands outstretched, two eyes wandering and a lonely thought floating around. And like feeding on a faint flavor, it keeps me going.
My wife is in Bangalore, my elder daughter is somewhere inside with her cousin. My younger baby is away at her grand parents'. I suddenly lost the purpose of my existence.
There is no one around me demanding attention or rendering it to me. If I dissolve into the breeze, I will be nothing but a sneeze unheard.
But then, somewhere in the darkness, I see a pair of small hands outstretched, two eyes wandering and a lonely thought floating around. And like feeding on a faint flavor, it keeps me going.
