"You are forgetting your ID card."
She said, garlanding her husband with the blue strap of his official identity card. She was careful not to let the heavy plastic card touch the gold-rimmed spectacles.
"Bye honey". He darted out of the room having planted a kiss on her cheek.
She turned back to see a pile of discarded shirts and ties on the bed smiling at her. She sighed.
"Ma... Have you seen my school ID?" yelled a fourteen year old from the room next door.
She let the first shirt she had picked drop back on the bed and rushed.
"Look, it is here."
She pulled out a yellow strap from under an assortment of socks, books, CDs and other teenage apparatus.
"Looks like I am the only one around here without an identity."
She sighed deep and sad, lost in a far-away thought and lovingly wiped some imaginary dust off the Class Scholar's digitized face with the pallu end of her sari.
"Ofcourse not, Mom. You wear your ID card twenty-four seven." whispered her son as he gently tugged at the gold chain round her neck and ran out of the house yelling louder than the car horn blaring in their ears.
"Cool it, Dad! I'm coming".
She stood there holding on to the gold chain for a long time. Surprised and over-whelmed.
At the end of the chain dangled a small pendant of goddess Lakshmi.
5 comments:
Hey that's a beautiful story. :-)
aw, that was nice! Nice take :)
Wonderfully crisp, sharp and to-the-point. It has a quality of waking you up from a long slumber.
biwi ho to aisi :)
I first thought she was wearing a mangal sutra or tali and he pointed at that!
Made me think!!
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