Every morning in this chilly weather I ponder on whether to
send S to school or not. Too many thoughts keep hovering in my mind, “he will
get bored at home”…”what if weather is same for next 2-3 weeks”.. or “what if
it will get sunny in next 2-3 hours”…or …“oh he will catch cold and cough
again”…and what not….
Amid all these thoughts, I still push myself out of bed
every morning, prepare tiffin for S, pack his bag….and wake up S…. The moment I
enter his room … this song plays as background score in my mind….
Yeh Waqt Ke Kabhi Ghulam Nahin…. Inhain Kisi Baat Ka Dhyan Nahin…
Duniya Ka Naara Jame Raho…” and so on…
All my hurried-self comes to a standstill gazing my sleeping
angel. But I manage to gather back my scattered thoughts and shake S out of the
dreamland,
“Come on Swarit, wake
up… Mam is waiting for u…”
and his reply most of the times is either “mumma mujhe bohot neeni aa rahi thi…” or
“mumma mai school nahi gaya
And then in hush hush, follows brush – milk – washroom –
bathing – dressing up…. (follow my old post Bestof moments for elaborate steps for few of the events)
On way to school bus, we share his school stories, what’s
there in his tiffin, things to submit in school and one constant eye is there
on the society gate to check if bus has not arrived….
If its too much foggy (which S calls hoggy)…or breezy …my
anxiety levels pump up thinking how will kids manage in school…. And sunny
weather turns glooms to glee…
Bus arrives, S hops in and runs for the window seat to catch
hold of the glimpse of his mumma. And so am I, waiting outside and looking
through all the glasses so that S appears in one of them…. And endless byes
follows in chorus by all the anxious mothers…the bus departs…. End of the
morning saga…
And I come back home smiling with the morning moments with S
still flashing in my mind one by one like a Kaleidoscope… and there I get busy with my morning chores (writing being one of them ) till the clock ticks for S to come back home…
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