My Ramblings

The light spray of the waters from the ocean, the freshness of the new air, nothing made it easier. It was one of those questions she had always dreaded answering and secretly wished she was able to take it to her graves or may be write in a paper, tie it with a stone and throw it far, too far in the ocean never to be discovered again. She was ready to be a coward for as long as it was safely guarded. But, there it was out in the air, and she, still not ready to accept the challenge.  She stole a glance at him from the corner of her eyes and quickly stared at the ocean. Even the arched gaze was enough to bring that unique satisfaction on her face. Immersed in those liquid eyes, she lived it again. Since antiquity, she had been good at reading people and their nuanced faces.  She could easily make out the subtlety between altruism, and hypocrisy. But, this was no same. Those eyes with so much brightness had a trove full of mystery which she wanted to decrypt...

She was trying very hard to not let herself enervate in front of him but in spite of her efforts, she had started growing pale. With her palms pressed against his ears strongly and tenderly to ensconce him from the noise of demonism around, she looked into his eyes and her head tilted inadvertently. Lost for words, consciously or unconsciously her eyes kept asking for forgiveness; forgiveness for not being able to shield him from the evils, for failing him. She felt a tear rolling-off on her cheek. Maybe, she had never anticipated tearing-up but she hardly anticipated anything any more. Still, that little boy in front of him, and his naivete, they could easily make her believe not all good was lost yet.  “Why are you crying? We can go back home and have cookies. Don’t cry”, said the innocent toddler wiping the shiny trail of tear on the angel’s face. Thwarted by those puerile eyes, she burst into the river of tears and kissed him. More affirmed than before, she touched his f...

Cleaning up the cluttered coffee-table that had been lying around messy, she raised her head and called-out her husband at a pitch higher than usual, “Honey! Could you please help Manu with the homework or whatever is it that she wants help with”.   ”Sorry Hon, I can’t. I have to prepare for meeting tomorrow”, she heard her husband speaking from far-off. “No Mom, I don’t need dad’s help”, snipped a pesky 14-year old Manu.  “I don’t understand sweetheart, 2 minutes ago you were shouting out my name to come help you”. With a contemptuous grace on her face, Manu came out of room to yell at her mother “Could  you  for one second think of helping me and not ask Dad? There's no light in my room and I am still neck-deep in my homework" Radha pulled herself back against the coffee table and nodded as if she was convincing her that that was not the worst of all the hurtful remarks she had heard. But, nonetheless it was no music to her ears.  “Sure...

“How beautiful!. It’s like looking over a different city! “Thought this might change your plans and you’d stay”, he said, chinned down. “No, You might have … ”, she stood up and jerked-away. _________________________________________________________ This is my response to the  Trifecta  weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the above picture.