March 10, 2008

Please give back my ..............

It was half day... had reached home early, took a good cool shower and gulped down the food mom had kept ready.Slowly each and every grain found its way to its destination conquering the available space. It was time to take nap, switched on the player and went to bed, to rest those aching bones.
Suddenly when the nap broke it was 5:00.... with sleepy eyes, unsteady steps, disturbed hairs I marched like a drunken man towards the face wash.Made my self presentable and sat near the window.., with Kitty on lap, ma eyes are waiting in anticipation, ears are wandering to hear that particular sound.Hands busy patting kitty, but mind was somewhere else.. like the cold breeze blowing my sense were all over the places..
Suddenly all sense join hand and re-enter my body.. assertiveness is the mantra of the second.

Smile slowly broke off my lips.. eyes were targeting those white polythene bag... the silence was broken by the vibrating sound of the motor.Like an hero entering the scene, Dad made his entry.. Mom opened the gates... She walked towards the door, in hand were the polythene bag, I rushed to the door racing against those electric pulses before it reached those sound producing machines call Calling bell.
I stood on the door, with a smile, with a hug and kiss mom greeted her son, who looked neat today.After exploring those polythene bags and savouring those yummy's she brings often on returning from office... my concentration shifted to Dad. Who started with normal Q&A session.
The day was special, it was month end, and I have been waiting... my purse is gonna be heavier.The pocket money time.
Like a bride standing in front of her new Groom, I stood in front of dad... leaning across the door, coming back and front, breaking the silence with the creep.... the sound waves start their journey ..

Me : Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
Dad: Deaf ears to me....
Me : Again.. Papaaaaaaaaaaaa... Achaaa...........Dadddddddddddddddddyyyyyyyy
Dad: With a smile.. yes Son...
Me: Pocket money...

Dad with a smile, takes a note from his pocket, this note was kept separately, just for me, with a kiss on forehead he hands me that currency note. Saying thank u i ran to my room, opened my purse.. It was filled with those currency notes, 10 rupees notes, fresh and crisp. This time the count of notes were five in the purse.Half century. Five months earning. I was happy.. I could get the Milkybar truck. .I was not found of Milkybar, I was found of that truck, there were 5 bars, 2 goes to Sis,once each for Dad, Mom and Me.

The happiness those currency notes provided by Dad were beyond explanation, the joy I had collecting those were beyond hobbies.Even though many times the currency do accumulate in my account they are just dead currencies, nothing more, they do not have the love of my dad, who made sure he kept a currency note for me aside from his salary

I wish those days could return,
I wish I could still peep out of window to see dad and mom coming in Scooter,
I wish I could cherish the savouries Mom brought for me again
I wish I could ask Dad for pocket money
I wish I could share the chocolates again with all....
I wish......
I wish let the eye drops on my hand do evaporate soon....

9 comments:

Flyaway Mind said...

that 10 rs seems to have made ur heart really richer ..woaaaa...my parents never gave me pocket money..but i remmeber how i used to save up the money they gave for bus tickets to buy 'diary milk' chocolates.

Flyaway Mind said...

"I wish let the eye drops on my hand do evaporate soon...." - i liked that..

Fresh Lime Soda said...

:) Yea dude, ur right, those 10 rs made me quite rich....

emptyhead said...

awesome post man...this was really a sentimental one...
btw one comment on the 2 pics on the rt..are they ur wife n kid?? to be addressed as "heart throb" n "small wonder in my life"...he he...

Fresh Lime Soda said...

Enptyhead: I given an option, I wud defintely say YES. :)

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sandeep said...

10rs ... yes ... i had the same pocket money everyday for having lunch and i usually return home for a late lunch ... saves the 10rs ... u know :)

Preetha Nair said...

Amul Milk Chocolates were my favorite...
nice post...brought back a bunch of memories....:) :)

Fresh Lime Soda said...

Sandeep: U might have ended up with substantial pocket balance :)

Preetha: :)