Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and past it to Mr. Linky). As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.
But I invite everyone to check back often to read and comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community for writers who clamor for feedback.
This week's words:
'I really want that truck Amma' Babu said in an adamant voice for the third time. The five year old's voice seemed to vanish into thin air of the noisy market place. He flung his mom's hand in a rage and ran away disappearing admist the crowded market. His mom was bargaining with the vendor, she had almost convinced him to sell her one kilo of brinjals for five rupees. In a moment of triumph, she glanced around to find Babu and was shocked to see him missing. 'Babu' she shouted... No answer. She panicked and forgot all about the brinjals running all over the place, her eyes searching desperately for Babu.
Babu ran away to the farms swearing never to return, he found a few boys playing street cricket and joined them heartily forgetting the whole episode.
When Babu reached home that night he found his mother weeping her heart out. It was the first time his dad slapped him. But his mom, she hugged him tightly and said 'Never leave me....'
Babu's heart almost skipped a beat when he realized he was fumbling in dark. He was all alone in her bedroom. He quickly checked the bathroom. The whole household began looking for 'Pati'. They had observed that her memory was failing her nowadays. One fine evening the children were astonished to observe that Pati's Banter had completely vanished from their home. Now she sat on her easy chair staring at the ceiling.
After some forty years of the market place incident, now their roles were exactly the opposite. Babu checked all the rooms of the house and gave up. He sat near the easy chair and closed his eyes. His mind took him forty years back... he could feel his mom's caring arms around him. 'Amma, it feels like heaven. Never leave me.'
A glistening tear fell travelling the depths of his face. When he opened his eyes, he found her sitting on the easy chair looking at him....