Saturday, September 09, 2006

The storm

Faced with the fact of Dhanno's growing up, Teja and I panic. Every boy hovering around her becomes a dangerous menace to society. Every girl, giggling and whispering about boys, becomes a bad influence on our precious girl.

But try as we might to cuddle her, and make believe that she is still our baby, nature rages fierce and truthful against our windows. The panes rattle in fright, certain they are to be broken today. Dhanno, still struggling to be sweet for our sakes, hovers uncertain around the house, because she knows not why, the storm outside seems exciting, more exciting than the safety of the house.

Wiser perhaps to open the windows, and let the wind pass through the house, unhindered. The monsoons may be leaving Mumbai for the year, but it is still pouring around our house.

2 comments:

surabhi said...

and you have been on my mind- i am starting the painful task of weaning sanah and kept thinking that i should ask you for advice! and today i see this post. timing! what a beautfully written post batul... and i must drop by to see you!

Space Bar said...

definitely wiser to let the wind in. imagine a wind that comes in whether you know it or not and rages inside the confined spaces of your home.

:D