Relationship Snippet

She sat on the wicker chair, the sunlight turned her dark hair to gold, eyes like moonless night; she toyed the spoon in the bowl.

Without words, I watched the puddle of milk on the table.

A strange urge to reach out; I couldn’t.

I could once touch her soul, a transparent sheer; impenetrable now.

She was beautiful, a child in a budding woman’s body. The ear-rings longer with the years, the shirts shorter, exposing a part of the navel and the pants low.

Gone are the days of baby pink coveralls.

I tried to break the silence draping us.

A conversation could resolve everything; but words became extinct. I touched her hand softly, apprehensive of rejection.

Her eyes met mine and I thought I saw a smile.

I pulled her to my lap. With passing years, she’d become heavier. I could no longer look down on her; she was on the same level, at least physically.

Helplessly I watched the back towards me. She was trying hard; the attempt felt in the taunt muscles.

My pat on the head made her turn, misty eyed. I could hear the breath struggling.

“Sshh…it’s OK.” I smiled faintly.

“Do you love me?” Caged tears streamed down.

“What do you think?”

“But why do we argue?”

“So?”

The twinkle in her eyes brightened everything. Breaking into sobs, she hugged me.

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

On the wicker chair, I sat with my daughter, moments of despair abandoned, as we embraced hopes of another bright day.

© Reena Das 2008

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Relationship Snippet

Reena D

Joined October 2008

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