Feels good to be alone after a long time.
The house looked squeaky clean – the walls had been white-washed and repainted, the floors re-polished and re-carpeted. Every nook and cranny looked sanitized. Ah, what a feeling.
This..is what you call a home.
She looked at the windows. Those lovely curtains from the Chindi bazaar would look lovely there. The morning breeze slowly making them sway, as she sat with her morning cuppa. Bliss.
She walked to the kitchen and stood.
Nice..new cabinets. Now I don’t have to stuff my Tupperware boxes temporarily in that stupid bucket.
She then turned to the attic just outside the kitchen. Wow, nice space there.
Just then she heard the front door unlocking.
“This way, ma’am.”
It was the damn broker. Oh, nice…kids. She loved kids.
The two kids ran in first, shouting…laughing at their own echoes in the empty house.
“Mama, mama..the house is big no?”
“Shhh, Aniruddh…Sanvi, come back here..”
The little one came running into the kitchen and stopped. There was a table by the attic. She climbed up and peeked. She let out a whoop of joy and pulled something out.
“Mama, mama..look what I found.” She had a dusty doll in her hand.
“Sanvi, throw it away, right now,” her mom admonished.
Sanvi patted the dust away from the doll and looked at it. “It’s mine,” she said, groaning. “Aren’t you, dolly?"
Yes, I am, sweetheart…and I will be with you…always. Heheheheh...