It was a Saturday noon in the month of December. After finishing with some
pending activities at the Bank, I drove through the narrow lane that led to St.
Louis High School and managed to park my Santro amongst the many vehicles
parked outside the main gate.
It was the Annual Day and I was more excited than Rishabh.
The CURTAINS were drawn apart and my eyes started scanning the stage. More than an hour already into the function I was anxiously waiting for this moment. And there I saw him, my 5 year old son Rish. This is just one of the names I call him.
He looked amazingly cute, dressed as a soldier. The cap that he wore was slightly larger than required. He adjusted it and was all ready for delivering his dialogues. I actually felt like a proud mother whose son was a soldier serving the country.He had rehearsed his dialogues the previous day and I was thoroughly impressed.
Stepping a little forward, he started and his voice resonated all over. Light was flashing across his face as tbere were many PHOTOGRAPHS being clicked. After about 2 mins, the skit was over and the mother in me wanted to just run up the stage and hug my child but then chose otherwise. I continued to sit silently, ready to say that 'Yes, hes My son' in case anybody asked.
He was too happy to see me later and ran towards me with all cheer. We sat together and watched the rest of the events that came through.
I bought him a chocolate ICECREAM on our way back. We talked while he continued to make licking sounds and enjoy his icecream.
We reached home and had dinner and then watched Rish's favourite cartoon Pokemon together. He fell asleep as he was watching it and I had to carry him to bed. He lay there so innocently after an indeed tiring day and I couldn't help not adoring him. My eyes went upon to a picture of ours. It had my husband and myself carrying Rishabh in my arms. My husband had a RACQUET held in his hand as it was taken after a tennis match, a sport he quite excelled at. Rishabh looked as superb as he was now.
Things had changed now. I am not only a divorcee but a single mother. I had responsibilities which would seem difficult if it was not for him.
I lay beside him and in no time, he snuggled close to me. I don't know when I fell asleep dreaming not about the future but only the Present with my Rish.
It was the Annual Day and I was more excited than Rishabh.
The CURTAINS were drawn apart and my eyes started scanning the stage. More than an hour already into the function I was anxiously waiting for this moment. And there I saw him, my 5 year old son Rish. This is just one of the names I call him.
He looked amazingly cute, dressed as a soldier. The cap that he wore was slightly larger than required. He adjusted it and was all ready for delivering his dialogues. I actually felt like a proud mother whose son was a soldier serving the country.He had rehearsed his dialogues the previous day and I was thoroughly impressed.
Stepping a little forward, he started and his voice resonated all over. Light was flashing across his face as tbere were many PHOTOGRAPHS being clicked. After about 2 mins, the skit was over and the mother in me wanted to just run up the stage and hug my child but then chose otherwise. I continued to sit silently, ready to say that 'Yes, hes My son' in case anybody asked.
He was too happy to see me later and ran towards me with all cheer. We sat together and watched the rest of the events that came through.
I bought him a chocolate ICECREAM on our way back. We talked while he continued to make licking sounds and enjoy his icecream.
We reached home and had dinner and then watched Rish's favourite cartoon Pokemon together. He fell asleep as he was watching it and I had to carry him to bed. He lay there so innocently after an indeed tiring day and I couldn't help not adoring him. My eyes went upon to a picture of ours. It had my husband and myself carrying Rishabh in my arms. My husband had a RACQUET held in his hand as it was taken after a tennis match, a sport he quite excelled at. Rishabh looked as superb as he was now.
Things had changed now. I am not only a divorcee but a single mother. I had responsibilities which would seem difficult if it was not for him.
I lay beside him and in no time, he snuggled close to me. I don't know when I fell asleep dreaming not about the future but only the Present with my Rish.
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