...So less that i can say ,, but yet so much that i mean..

“One more assignment for this weekend guys, check your mails , hard copy submission by Monday”, - announced our module coordinator.    “Oh no ..!..our   Sunday is spoiled again”!  someone  from the back yelled“ and it was true -  even I , no more liked this   word –‘Assignment’, I  had made plans to go home for this weekend …”  why don’t we ever  get a free weekend….? suddenly everything around me  looked strange… I realised I was standing outside our college office.
                  I took a keen look around , it was weird ,everyone looked  at me, at once..!  was  something wrong with me?, m I looking bad or funny? Then why was I getting those glares? There was silence and no one grumbled anymore.
                Ghurr…..rr , now  I could only hear the noise of the grinder ,oh  God ! what’s happening to me ? …thad …! my head banged against the head rest of the bed , i opened my eyes, I could just see my bathroom door….i took a deep breath….. haa …I never thought bathroom door would ever make me smile….but it did.., looking at it I realised I was HOME… and that  assignment ,those people , those glares were all  just a nightmare..!!
                It was a beautiful Sunday morning because I was home. It was  8:15 am and I was no more sleepy..  I went out to the hall and was so glad to see my dad. He was sitting on the sofa ,reading the news paper .”Good morning papa”- I said , and like always he smiled and hugged me tight…I swear I crave for his hug every Sunday, rather everyday…!
                I remember a day when my mom ,read out to me an article on ‘FATHER’ .And While reading it, her voice had toned down. After a certain time I could not hear any words that she tried to speak her voice went shriller – she was missing her dad- my grandpa…  no sooner did we both realise that tears trickled down from both our eyes.....

 
            That was the 1^st time ever, she shared with me ,how much she misses her dad and family. Her tears did not stop from rolling down her cheeks .She went on and on and finally she related it to me and my papa.. –she told me about those lovely moments that she cherished when I was born. She told me how glad papa was when he first held me in his hands...sorry not in his hands,-just on his palms-I was barely that tiny she said…- he was scared to hold me, he was  happy to see me, his hands were shivering, and he had no words to say…she said that it was the happiest moment of his life..!

                Mom told me ,how long she had awaited to share with me all these memories. she wanted me to know how much papa loves me..,that article she read was a perfect way she could convey me all that wanted to tell me…. As a child, I seriously thought  that papa happily punished me wen he put me to boarding….but I could not believe my mom when she told me that papa could not act to be stronger and  had burst out crying in the car itself ,when he 1^st left me in the boarding school…..

To be continued