PAST
6:56 pm
11th January 2015
It was our usual evening ritual. Drinking tea with biscuits. Watching the sun drown deep into its own blood until it was consumed by its own darkness. My wife and I enjoyed that silence. We found sanctum in the quitness.
Occasionally in those moments we talked. We went on about our worked schedules, our colleagues, the horrible food in our canteens. We lived for those moments. It made bearing the responsibility of running a house a inch easier.
Today however, we were interrupted. Ayat had shot into the balcony with her new medal.
Second in track she said. I was proud.
“Who got first?”
Her smile dipped a little, she spoke nonetheless
“Meher”
“Meher? Oh, I heard she even topped the entrance test in the coaching center near the Durga temple on Sunday"
“So what? Our daughter got a place Maithreyi, you should be smiling”
“She got second thrice in the same competition this year. I really don’t see any reason to smile.”
“That’s true, why don’t you try for first anytime?"
Her smile dropped even further for a second, then she smiled and walked away.
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