just like the other regular mornings , he kept snoozing his alarms , but this time he snoozed it lying wide awake , a bunch of thoughts raging in his mind , as he counted the 6th alarm to get ready for his duty if it was a regular morning.
he washed his face , as the water sprinkled on his face he looked into the mirror , red eyes , not swollen but red , the first time he didn’t chant “who’s the best ?” , well he woke up giving up , as he saw him losing on the dream he built , he knew he had a day to face , he turned the shower on stood still facing the wall , probably he didn’t even realise he was turning cold as the winter inside him killed the winter outside , no it wasn’t drugs , it wasn’t alcohol , it wasn’t any substance that he abused , standing still he wept , like 5 year old kid , embraced himself like he needed a hug , he went stood in front of the mirror and washed his face again , but this time he faced himself with a bit of more courage , he needed to muster all that he had for the day had just started .
he walked up to his wardrobe and picked his mother’s favourite white shirt and the blue jeans she bought him and stated ” my kid looks handsome in this ” , to which he replied ” ma , I’m not a kid anymore” , to which mom caressed his hair and said ” you’re never growing up for me ” spoiling his gelled hair , he stared blank at the shirt and the jeans , all he knew was today she won’t be doing the same thing . As he checked his phone the clock struck 1:00 pm , every day exactly when he called her ” mom I left , I had my food and I’m late ” mom knew he was lying she used hung up saying ” have something in the middle of your work”, he booked his cab to the airport blurry eyed ,35 missed calls from dad , unlike all times he wasn’t excited to go home today .
As he reached the airport, he expected his mom hiding behind the security to surprise him , but this time it was dad , with a forced smile on his face . they hugged both knew they rubbed their eyes after the hug , you know male ego stereotypes .
while driving back the silence was agonising more than the cacophony of the traffic , no one spoke a word , as the car parked, the crowd in front of his home made way for him , he waded like he never wanted to go , he stood blank as the red draped gorgeous woman , was lying in front , he was curious as a kid about “isn’t she gonna cook my favourite halwa now that I’m home ? , isn’t she gonna tell me how lean I’ve grown, isn’t she ……”