Setu: No nagging daddy!

Lata Hirani

Leave the way seatbelt! When did the plane take off! And stop thinking! What do you think, nothing will happen to me?' Sudha scolded him. Sudha was now worried about what would happen after reaching India. But thinking that God should do it right, she was chanting 'Shrikrishna Sharanam Mam' in her mind. Vasudev released his seatbelt. The stiffened body was allowed to lie on the seat and the mind? Who knows where it was hitting? The stones would bleed from time to time. Fortunately, he got a window seat. It was convenient to stare at the sky outside without hearing anything. Even the monotonous in-flight instructions were now gone. All safety rules seemed to be thrown away like chewed chewing gum. Was this the reason? No, this turbulent state of thought had been clouding his heart for the past several months. It happened, now his problem will disappear in the clouds like a pile of tears, will be absorbed, a matter of about thirty hours. He himself will reach India and leave everything behind. The mind was divided into two parts. One mind was talking about this. Another mind was saying this is all illusion. M, nothing is released, nothing goes inside. 'Sir, your coffee please' said a low voice with a bowed face to Vasudev's eyes and ears. 'Thank you Rita!' Vasudev was relieved. As soon as he boarded the plane, he read the name of the air hostess who greeted him at the door. This was the habit of Vasudeva. Not only on the plane, but everywhere he would learn people's names as far as possible. His memory was also very good. By doing this, it makes a lot of difference in the relationship. Also, he gets better service at such places. However, this was just a habit. Where did this matter have anything to do with the upheaval that had taken place in life? From this action, he was immediately blown away. He suffered more. If the names of strangers remain on his lips, then the name of the shadow? It was woven into his life and so what happened? now? This thought, which lasted barely a second or two, made him shudder. The hot coffee made his tongue dry. * * * On that day too he was burnt by coffee. He has a habit of drinking coffee every day an hour or so after dinner. It was a bone-chilling winter. Thus, the cold will not be tolerated. Heating is on in the office and then in the car. He used to open the garage with the automatic key to enter the house, so if it was cold, he would have beaten the bricks outside, but today he was tired of beating the bricks in the drawing room. Sudha explained, 'Make coffee? Shadow will come, don't worry. Sometimes it's too late!' But he was not comforted by those words! 'That said once, let the shadow come and then drink coffee.' At the end of how much effort she was able to seat Vasudeva, and a hot-hot knee! Well… he didn't go to sleep despite what Sudhana said. He glanced at the clock. It was eleven and the door opened. A and Sudha were sitting in the drawing room. The door opened with a latch-key. A shadow entered carrying a purse. Vasudev was like a pan of copper, seeing the skirt revealing the side of the shadow, the fire turned into fire. However, not when did he accept his defeat in this matter. Children in this country should not be touched in such small (!) matters. But he had told Sudha that please be careful not to come in front of me wearing such revealing clothes. Sudha was wise. Before her husband got blasted, she decided to change the story. 'Beta go, get fresh soon. Too late. We have been waiting for you forever.' 'No nagging mama' and Vasudev became uncontrollable. Words exploded like corn. 'To crawl so late! And to answer such? Understand what is in your mind!' 'Mind your temper father! I'm not your wife!' As if someone threw burning coals on Vasudeva. Vasudev and Sudha were burnt to death by this daughter's bomb. Vasudeva stood up. Sudha knew him. She almost dragged her husband inside before his hand could fly away. She understood both the pain and danger of her husband. In this country, if a shadow calls the police, the police immediately arrests him and puts him inside. Even Vasudeva was not unaware of this matter. But now this was beyond his control. They came to America four years ago and now the daughter is only twelve years old, but this shadow has become a full American in four years! He did not imagine to such an extent. The atmosphere fell like a crematorium. Chaya had no qualms about this. She went to her room and slammed the door shut as if planning a burglary. * * * 'Please stop worrying now. Took God's name like me.' Sudha shook Vasudeva. The coffee was still in his hand. Vasudev sat with his eyes closed. Chaya was sitting on the back seat. Was watching a movie on TV. Rita came to Chaya, 'Have you called me? Do you want more coffee miss?' Chaya joked, 'Yesss coffee! But while returning, OK! Give Me Pepsi Now!' Sudha sat silently. He saw, Vasudeva's hands were trembling. He gulped down the cold coffee. How did the daughter know that the father has now said the last bye to America.