Serving the toasted bread to Ninad, Vaidehi pushed the bottle of honey towards him. Before settling in the chair next to him, she fetched newspaper and kept it in front of him.
While spreading honey on bread, Ninad could notice the emptiness that has cast its shadows on Vaidehi’s spirit. Off late, Vaidehi had been building cocoon around self. He was not thus surprised with her action. It was an unwritten rule of their household that she read the newspaper first and then the rest of the family.
“My lucky day”, he said, unfolding the paper. Though settled next to him, Vaidehi was sinking deep in her own lone world and thus did not quite hear what Ninad had said jubilantly.
Ignoring nonchalance, he continued,” Someone gave up the first readership rights”
Minni their pet cat by now had jumped and nestled in Vaidehi’s lap. Minni purred as Vaidehi fondled her.
“Minni also seems to be happy to see me reading the newspaper first”, he said.
“I read somewhere that one reason why cats are happier than people is that they have no newspaper”, replied Vaidehi taking note of Ninad’s comments.
“Ohhh… So that’s a plot to make me unhappy by offering to read it”, said Ninad playfully.
“Do you really think so?”.
“Of course not, Vaidehi. But whats wrong with you these days”
“You wont understand”
“You are busy with your job, seminars, tours and…”
“You have your garden, painting and Minni. Don’t you?”
Vaidehi heaved a sigh while staring outside the window.
“There’s a difference Vaidehi. I have me but you have lost yourself with time. Accept the reality. The birds have to fly out of the nest someday. Don’t you want your children to conquer new horizons?”
“Did I not give up my career for our children, our family?”
“Yes, we all know… children and me. We are what we are because of you. No denying it”
“Sorry if I’ve hurt you but that wasn’t my intention. Its been over a month that the youngest bird flew away in pursuit of her dreams. I wish to help you out of the ditch that you’ve dug for yourself. Over the years, you have forgotten what is meant to be the real you. Giving priority to us, you have built walls between you and your wishes, hobbies, interests and most important your free spirit. Time now to nurture a new relationship. One that will connect you with true you, your innate desires that you have set aside for so long”, replied Ninad, holding and caressing Vaidehi’s hand.
“It’s too late.”
“It’s never too late! Its just a coat of dust that has gathered around your soul which needs dusting. How about an art-workshop this week end as the first step? I remember having seen a flyer in yesterday’s paper” said Ninad.
“A date with self Vaidehi… a rendezvous to bring life back to life, to fetch vivacious Vaidehi who is hiding deep inside”, he said while dialling the number from the leaflet to book a place for Vaidehi at the art workshop.
I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019 hosted by Write Tribe
Its Day 4 and I have used word prompt “Nurture” and the quote prompt “One reason why cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers. ” – Gwendolyn Brooks
You can read my Day 1’s post, “Charcoal and Limestone” here , Day2’s post “Inverted Reality” here, Day 3 post “Handful of Serenity” here
Picture courtesy Pixabay