"yelundhiringa... neram aachu" shouted his wife. (Get up, its getting late)
He jolted up looking for his glasses. His wife walked out of the room cursing him under her breath. She must be upset, he thought. He came back home in wee hours of the morning, after a very late night party with his useless friends. He wanted her to keep quiet, but she was constantly growing on him. The kid's school bus has broken down and he is on duty to drop her and it is already late.
He walked into the bathroom to get ready. He came out fresh, but his headache was piercing his brains. His daughter ran towards him shouting "appa....." (daddy). He lifted her with one hand and listened to her intently as she narrated all that happened the previous day at school, the evening at home, and night. Children are always happy with their parents. Daughters with dad especially. He and his wife would be like a kite without a sky if not for her.
She whispered in his ears "Appa, amma un mela sema kovama irukaanga." (Dad, Mom is so angry on you.)
He walked to the breakfast table. He said to himself "tell me about it". He let her daughter down and told her "finish the breakfast and we will be off to school by car".
His daughter exclaimed "Yay...." and started rhythmically ".... daddy is.... dropping me, daddy is... dropping me".
He patted her back and went to dress. He opened his closet and picked a suit for the day. He heard his wife muttering at his back. Today was just another bad day for them.
After 15 minutes, he walked down the stairs along with his daughter to the car. He buckled her up in the back seat. He has to catch the highway and once on highway, its about 20 minutes drive to the school. This drive and the conversations with his daughter during the drive is something he cherished. Precious moments they were. All those moments were recorded in the memory. His headache, not bothering him anymore.
Out of the garage, his daughter started her routine "appa, you know oru boy irukanla avan romba bad" (Dad, that boy is very bad)
"Yendha Boy?" He asked. (Which boy?). She replied "That Vidyut. He is playing all the time in the class".
"Ha Ha." He laughed. She continued "You know what he does, he takes everyone's book and scribbles in it".
"He is such a bad boy daddy." Without waiting for any reply, she started singing her school song.
He lowered the sun visor and opened the mirror to look at his daughter singing. He could see her singing while staring out at the window. His car was swiftly moving on the highway, leaving many cars behind. He thought as he tapped on the steering to her song's tune, children are god. With what belief do they follow their parents? Without a question? Would they ever ask "are you my real mom and real dad?" Such strong is their faith at this tender age. Can grownups have such undying faith? So much the kids can teach. They are not work of divine. They are divine.
He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize that his car was drifting towards the left. As he ran over the reflector for the hard shoulder, he panicked and pulled the wheel abruptly away. He pulled it so abruptly on the highway that his car swayed to the right and nicked the car on the right lane.
He could hear his daughter shout "Daddy.... enna aachu??" (What happened?)
He shouted back "Dont move."
Nicking the car on the side track, made his car skid. He turned the steering wheel abruptly to the other side and his car skidded fast towards the fender. He screamed at his daughter "Brace!".
His car hit the fender. The car swiveled and was thrown into the traffic. The car turned two times and he could see smoke from the front of his car. His eyes closed momentarily. He opened his eyes and he was facing the traffic and he could see a 1 ton pick-up headed straight at his side, straight at him. He closed his eyes and thought at least her seat is on the other side of the car. He turned to look at his daughter, who was still at brace position. Good that he had occasionally trained her. He closed his eyes and to hear a loud noise. The pick-up rammed into his car. It was over.
He could not move an inch. His neck was hurting. He could see someone trying to break open his side door. He murmured "My child".
"She is fine. At the ambulance", said an uniformed man working at cutting the door on his side. It looked like huge scissors. He could not keep his eyes open. He realized that he may not be awake for long. He could sense his blood pouring out through his legs and forehead.
He opened his eyes again and he figured he was inside an ambulance. His daughter was holding his hand. She was crying profusely, he looked into eyes that were scared and swollen red. He tried to clutch her hand, but his hand wouldn't move. Except for his eyes that were fixed at his daughter, no part of his body moved.
It was a miracle his child was not injured, except for few scratches. Good car. He thought about his wife, "she will cry, but she has to live on."
He looked deeply into his daughter's eyes. She hadn't' stopped crying or stopped saying "Daddy.. Daddy".
He felt blessed to hear her words at this time. He slowly nodded his head. Very slowly and faintly he said "Appa sollu, Appa". (Say Appa)
His daughter couldn't understand and she kept crying "Daddy, Daddy". He smiled and closed his eyes.
He jolted up looking for his glasses. His wife walked out of the room cursing him under her breath. She must be upset, he thought. He came back home in wee hours of the morning, after a very late night party with his useless friends. He wanted her to keep quiet, but she was constantly growing on him. The kid's school bus has broken down and he is on duty to drop her and it is already late.
He walked into the bathroom to get ready. He came out fresh, but his headache was piercing his brains. His daughter ran towards him shouting "appa....." (daddy). He lifted her with one hand and listened to her intently as she narrated all that happened the previous day at school, the evening at home, and night. Children are always happy with their parents. Daughters with dad especially. He and his wife would be like a kite without a sky if not for her.
She whispered in his ears "Appa, amma un mela sema kovama irukaanga." (Dad, Mom is so angry on you.)
He walked to the breakfast table. He said to himself "tell me about it". He let her daughter down and told her "finish the breakfast and we will be off to school by car".
His daughter exclaimed "Yay...." and started rhythmically ".... daddy is.... dropping me, daddy is... dropping me".
He patted her back and went to dress. He opened his closet and picked a suit for the day. He heard his wife muttering at his back. Today was just another bad day for them.
After 15 minutes, he walked down the stairs along with his daughter to the car. He buckled her up in the back seat. He has to catch the highway and once on highway, its about 20 minutes drive to the school. This drive and the conversations with his daughter during the drive is something he cherished. Precious moments they were. All those moments were recorded in the memory. His headache, not bothering him anymore.
Out of the garage, his daughter started her routine "appa, you know oru boy irukanla avan romba bad" (Dad, that boy is very bad)
"Yendha Boy?" He asked. (Which boy?). She replied "That Vidyut. He is playing all the time in the class".
"Ha Ha." He laughed. She continued "You know what he does, he takes everyone's book and scribbles in it".
"He is such a bad boy daddy." Without waiting for any reply, she started singing her school song.
He lowered the sun visor and opened the mirror to look at his daughter singing. He could see her singing while staring out at the window. His car was swiftly moving on the highway, leaving many cars behind. He thought as he tapped on the steering to her song's tune, children are god. With what belief do they follow their parents? Without a question? Would they ever ask "are you my real mom and real dad?" Such strong is their faith at this tender age. Can grownups have such undying faith? So much the kids can teach. They are not work of divine. They are divine.
He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize that his car was drifting towards the left. As he ran over the reflector for the hard shoulder, he panicked and pulled the wheel abruptly away. He pulled it so abruptly on the highway that his car swayed to the right and nicked the car on the right lane.
He could hear his daughter shout "Daddy.... enna aachu??" (What happened?)
He shouted back "Dont move."
Nicking the car on the side track, made his car skid. He turned the steering wheel abruptly to the other side and his car skidded fast towards the fender. He screamed at his daughter "Brace!".
His car hit the fender. The car swiveled and was thrown into the traffic. The car turned two times and he could see smoke from the front of his car. His eyes closed momentarily. He opened his eyes and he was facing the traffic and he could see a 1 ton pick-up headed straight at his side, straight at him. He closed his eyes and thought at least her seat is on the other side of the car. He turned to look at his daughter, who was still at brace position. Good that he had occasionally trained her. He closed his eyes and to hear a loud noise. The pick-up rammed into his car. It was over.
He could not move an inch. His neck was hurting. He could see someone trying to break open his side door. He murmured "My child".
"She is fine. At the ambulance", said an uniformed man working at cutting the door on his side. It looked like huge scissors. He could not keep his eyes open. He realized that he may not be awake for long. He could sense his blood pouring out through his legs and forehead.
He opened his eyes again and he figured he was inside an ambulance. His daughter was holding his hand. She was crying profusely, he looked into eyes that were scared and swollen red. He tried to clutch her hand, but his hand wouldn't move. Except for his eyes that were fixed at his daughter, no part of his body moved.
It was a miracle his child was not injured, except for few scratches. Good car. He thought about his wife, "she will cry, but she has to live on."
He looked deeply into his daughter's eyes. She hadn't' stopped crying or stopped saying "Daddy.. Daddy".
He felt blessed to hear her words at this time. He slowly nodded his head. Very slowly and faintly he said "Appa sollu, Appa". (Say Appa)
His daughter couldn't understand and she kept crying "Daddy, Daddy". He smiled and closed his eyes.
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super story daa.... very nice
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