Farhan rushed home nearing sunset. When he entered home, wonderful
aroma of freshly made food tingled his nostrils and his hunger grew by the
minute. He rushed to the kitchen.
"Ammi, Aapko Abbu kuch kahe?", Farhan asked his
mother who was alone in the kitchen.
"Haan Beta, Woh Apni Bahu ko aage padhana chahate hai.
Bole mein apni poti ko sambhalu , woh college jayegi to", said Daima,
Farhan's mother.
"Aur aap isse sehmat ho?", Farhan sensed his mother was not very comfortable.
"Do I have a say in this? Seems like your father and
you have already decided that she will study further", Daima said grudgingly.
Farhan hugged his mom, "Ammi, you will be proud of
Sabba one day! Wait and watch".
Daima could not miss Farhan's dimples and the pride for his
young bride. "Sahi hai beta, samaj lungi apni beti ko padah rahi hu".
Daima always loved children but Farhan was her only child.
Farhan really felt very grateful for having such kind and
loving parents. He felt it was a blessing to have such progressive parents. He
went off to his bedroom to find it empty.
"Ammi, Where is Sabba?", Farhan called out loud.
"At her mom's place, they were missing their grand daughter.",
Daima said quizzically. "Din't she tell you about it in the morning that
she was going for a 3 day stay at her parent's?".
"No", Farhan felt dejected but din't betray his
emotions to his mother.
"If you want to meet her, go to your in-laws place, they stay close by. It's a long time you went to pay your respect to her parents", Daima said
soothingly.
"It's ok, I am tired today, maybe i'll go
tomorrow" , Farhan dimissed his hurt and focused on eating the sumptuous
meal prepared by his mother after a long time.
To be continued...
Disclaimer: This blog series is a work
of pure fiction. Only names, characters, free images, events and incidents are
the products of the author’s life experiences at various times. Total
resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely
coincidental. Author in no way wants to hurt anyone and is just attempting creative
writing.
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