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Yanks at the Heart of the Yapping Girl


Happy at having reached a decision she went and joined her parents in their room; wanting to spend a few moments with them while she still had the time. She found them poring over her childhood albums and were passing comments on and laughing at many of the photographs. She stood outside their room and kept watching them - how comfortable they were with each other, how every moment spent together they cherished, hoping every day of their life she and Milan could share the same camaraderie, she walked into the room.
She could make out from the warm expression on her parents’ face that they were already missing her; and she had come to announce her decision to them. How would they react when she told them everything, it was beyond doubt that they would be happy for her, but they would hide their pain of being separated from her beneath the layer of happiness that she had chosen her own path.

As soon as they saw her standing by the door, they lovingly called her in and asked her to sit in between them; this was her favourite place in the whole world – her mom caressing her hair and her dad holding her hand while listening to her nonstop talking. In a way for her parents she still was a child; her mom loved to do her hair, cook and feed her while her dad used to show his love in ways that was special to him. When walking on the road, Mr. Menon would always hold his daughter’s hand, afraid that she might trip over a stone or run away onto the road on seeing some shiny new vehicle. Asha loved it when her parents showed their care in such manners even though she was now going to be a wife herself. Like her mom always told her, she would always be their baby no matter how old she was.

Looking at all the pictures in the album brought about such a wave of nostalgia that all three of them tried very hard to put on a brave face and hide their tears, but failed miserably at it. They shed silent tears, no words could describe what each of them was feeling. Such was the mix of emotions – happiness, fear, grief and pain –of separation, of growing up, of dreams that were broken and fulfilled – that it could not elicit even one word from the family that was known so much for their constant chattering.  They knew, this day would come ever since her birth, yet it was such a painful truth that they decided on the best way to tackle it, silently swallow the pain each one was going through and be the pillar of support for the other one. 

It was Milan again. She had been expecting his call. She moved out to the balcony and sat down amidst her potted plants. He, as was his habit, began the call by asking her how she was. There was a certain pattern to his phone calls, he began by asking how she was and the last bit of conversation before she hung up would be whether she was happy, every time. It was weird, but sweet too.

She told him that he would have to start looking for a good apartment at Michigan, and told him about the offer she had from Bharat Jagaran. Milan sounded excited at this. She, coyly said, that she had always wanted to go for a honeymoon…before she could finish the sentence, he replied “at Venice!”  
What!! How? She had never told him; then how come he had guessed; Asha was surprised. As if sensing her amazement, he continued, “The essay that got you the first prize for in the inter school fest, the one about Venice and the gondolas and canals, I’d read it when it was published in the school magazine.”

“Is there anything that you do not know about me?”

“Actually yes, but very little. Don’t you worry sweetheart, I will learn that too in no time.”

“And here I am, I do not know what colour you like, what food you love, what you are allergic to and what..”


“For that, you have the entire lifetime dear” Milan interrupted her again. 

Comments

  1. Very sweet: makes me want to pour over my children's baby pictures: only I can't because they're in the room where my granddaughter is sleeping :-)

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  2. A wonderful episode so enjoyable to read.

    Yvonne.

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  3. ohhhh ! U served so much love with butter honey and roses early in the morning today !! ;)
    Loving this episode now !

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  4. Aaaaaaawww! Milan seems too good to be true ... **sigh****

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  5. N lemme tell u this Bhavz tht urs is the post I eagerly wait for daily!

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  6. I am sad that in English there's only 26 alphabets. I'll miss your posts!

    P.S. Waiting to read your book!

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  7. You need to get this published. It is so darn captivating.

    Dropping in from A2Z
    BlogwatiG

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  8. Milan is sooooo sweet! Is the story ending tomorrow!! Waiting eagerly for Z now!

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  9. Can that Milan be photocopied and presented to every girl? ;)

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  10. I liked corinne's comments.... so true Milan is so cute..

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  11. Romance! :) Tell the parents not to worry. They can go visit her in Michigan. ;)

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  12. Lovely post...captivating! Milan is one heck of a guy...Do they really make 'em anywhere?

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  13. Milan is such a sweetie - I want a Milan too!

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  14. Seriously you should keep this tale on and on... :)

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  15. Parents are precious and almost each girl exactly goes through the same feelings before marriage, as you've mentioned ...nicely written

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  16. I like this post a lot for the parents' feelings for their daughter. So am I going to be invited to a wedding tomorrow?

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  17. How refreshing it is to read your blog. I am lifted, encouraged - looking for tomorrow - and wonder what you'll share with us when this A to Z month is over . . .
    love & love,
    -g-

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  18. I can hear wedding bells ringing!

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  19. Milan - I sure love him ; happy that such guys exist even if it is a figment of our imagination. love the way you effortlessly weave magic in to your words !

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  20. Will this continue after the Z post...very romantic.

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  21. Ah, loved reading this. You have a way with words. Captivated!

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  22. I loved the description of her parents' emotions at her going away. I'm sure to feel some of the same when my boys also move out the house! :)

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  23. I would be more than a bit creeped out by having my life's information absorbed that rapidly and to that degree... Perhaps I would adjust?

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