As he came out of the bathroom, unclean, untidy he did things
which were strange for Mrs. K.
“You are taking fifteen minutes to brush your teeth. God
knows how you will attend the first lecture every morning.”
“Arey...you don’t
worry mummy. This luxury is only till I am at home.”
Singing a love song in a high voice, caressing his hairs,
adoring himself in front of a mirror, he went on to the balcony to fetch the
towel. It was surprising for Mrs. K. She stared him with a question, tension
and confusion on her lips.
“Kiska phone tha,
Whose call was it?”
“Phone? What Phone? Oh...The one yesterday night. It was from
a friend I met in a poetry competition. He was asking me for the book of Faiz.
He lives in Alambagh near the pacific mall. Hmmm...Uhhh...I said I can’t give
you that and now when I am not coming to school how you would return it...” and
Mrs. K interrupted, fed up by his defiant reply. Her eyes has caught the thief in him.
“I got it. I got it. Now go and bath soon. I have made utappam for breakfast. Go and please clean
your hairs. Wearing a cap to hide them is not a good habit.”
“I don’t understand how you can be so charming, happy...Guddi”
Mrs. K spoke asking her to mop the space underneath the study table and continued”even
after this academic performance.”
The loud song on Mannu’s lips dimmed her words and he walked
to the bathroom, carefree. Utappam was cherished by one hand and one hand was occupied by the mobile. The message read,
"Net pack expired. Can't come online. Maybe for a few daz!!!Will keep touch thru phone whenever Mum goes out. If u have some savings get my recharge done...msg card of 11 rupees.Tc.njoy utappam..waiting 2 C U @ 9 sooon."
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