It was raining when she returned home...
I opened the door.
"Where is yr umbrella?"
"How could you be so irresponsible...look , you are completely wet!"
I began to raise my voice visualising those numerous visits to the doctor,
"How could you be so irresponsible...look , you are completely wet!"
I began to raise my voice visualising those numerous visits to the doctor,
the all-night sessions with wet towels and cough syrups,
the delay in my project as I sat through the night, attending to her...did she even know that the house-help was on leave the whole of the weekend?
"Chill MOM , What's the problem with getting wet in the rain ? " ....
she sneezed, wet hair plastered on her head and water dripping down her exuberant face, a very unusual sight for her!
she sneezed, wet hair plastered on her head and water dripping down her exuberant face, a very unusual sight for her!
In her own way she was carving out her fun, her free-spiritedness.......
I opened the door to my wet and smiling teen who could not control her glee for getting wet in the rain.....
