HOPE IS A GOOD THING, MAYBE THE BEST OF THINGS. AND GOOD THINGS NEVER DIE.
20 June, 2017
She woke up late one day and it’s all a busy day at home. Abba’s reading the newspaper, Ammi’s switching between chores and cleaning around the house with the maid. Breakfast’s already laid on the dining table. She quickly brushes her teeth and sits down to eat breakfast like she’s the princess of the house, who woke up after a deep, satisfying sleep. ‘A very busy day indeed’, she thought…
As soon as she started eating, it began again – but today, it was a tug of war between Ammi and Abba – both fighting for her attention. She was just glad that it was getting playful and scared that it would turn into the usual ‘WWE-non-physical-smackdown-at-home’ again.
Day passed away quickly, as she spent a good 2 hours talking to Abba today, which did not happen since forever. It was a good talk, and she was secretly glad and wished this happened daily – Good, meaningful conversations with Abba, where he has my interest. Lately she had lost interest in almost every worldly thing and had so many depressive episodes, but today was special to her, It felt like she was getting better after a long time. But the rainfall HAD to come. Rain normally, they say brings glad tidings. But today. Here. It did not: They fought again.
She started panicking again. ‘How can God, the Almighty, the most merciful, be so cruel?’ she thought. She tried so much to just keep her mouth shut and not intervene but she couldn’t. She had to let it out. So, she shouted. She yelled her hearts out. Ammi and Abba took different routes again.
She followed Ammi into the other room. Ammi watched Television again, while she listened to music to unwind. The lights were out at 10:00 pm after the last show. Then, they watched pictures of happier times on Ammi’s phone, in the dark. ‘Can I sleep hugging you?’ she asked coyly. Ammi gladly obliged and very beautifully tried to put her to sleep. Inspite of Ammi and Abba’s growing differences, they never let her feel anything less than a princess – both of them in their own special way. ‘Who is to be blamed?’ she thought. She thought and thought and thought and though and slowly, sleep started taking over.
She said a little prayer and fell asleep under the darkness and stillness of midnight, hoping for a tomorrow that will make everything okay, like she would every night.
Hope… They say is a good thing.
She woke up late one day and it’s all a busy day at home. Abba’s reading the newspaper, Ammi’s switching between chores and cleaning around the house with the maid. Breakfast’s already laid on the dining table. She quickly brushes her teeth and sits down to eat breakfast like she’s the princess of the house, who woke up after a deep, satisfying sleep. ‘A very busy day indeed’, she thought…
As soon as she started eating, it began again – but today, it was a tug of war between Ammi and Abba – both fighting for her attention. She was just glad that it was getting playful and scared that it would turn into the usual ‘WWE-non-physical-smackdown-at-home’ again.
Day passed away quickly, as she spent a good 2 hours talking to Abba today, which did not happen since forever. It was a good talk, and she was secretly glad and wished this happened daily – Good, meaningful conversations with Abba, where he has my interest. Lately she had lost interest in almost every worldly thing and had so many depressive episodes, but today was special to her, It felt like she was getting better after a long time. But the rainfall HAD to come. Rain normally, they say brings glad tidings. But today. Here. It did not: They fought again.
She started panicking again. ‘How can God, the Almighty, the most merciful, be so cruel?’ she thought. She tried so much to just keep her mouth shut and not intervene but she couldn’t. She had to let it out. So, she shouted. She yelled her hearts out. Ammi and Abba took different routes again.
She followed Ammi into the other room. Ammi watched Television again, while she listened to music to unwind. The lights were out at 10:00 pm after the last show. Then, they watched pictures of happier times on Ammi’s phone, in the dark. ‘Can I sleep hugging you?’ she asked coyly. Ammi gladly obliged and very beautifully tried to put her to sleep. Inspite of Ammi and Abba’s growing differences, they never let her feel anything less than a princess – both of them in their own special way. ‘Who is to be blamed?’ she thought. She thought and thought and thought and though and slowly, sleep started taking over.
She said a little prayer and fell asleep under the darkness and stillness of midnight, hoping for a tomorrow that will make everything okay, like she would every night.
Hope… They say is a good thing.
31-35, F
