LOST AND FOUND


Reclined on a couch near sea shore and reading news paper on Sunday morning; nothing else seems so glorious and heavenly. A brittle voice of my wife seems echoing from a very distant place. At first I pretend unnoticing it, the next vary moment the furious face of my wife appeared in my thought and I relinquish the idea of enjoying my solitude; however I could not stop myself procrastinating and prolonging the recess. I get down from the couch and approached to the cottage, the fray between my wife and my daughter was over leaving the two slap marks on my daughter’s fair cheeks. My appearance assured her safety, she rushed to me crying and calling PAPA-PAPA. She clanged to my leg. I lifted her in lap and wiped her tears though my wife was still scolding her with the warning note of not repeating the same mistake.
I intervened and warded-off her from further clash; now the conflict was between me and my wife. After a little while the dialogue converted in monologue and more over preaching and teaching etiquette with kids. My daughter’s solace was established but patience was over. So she tried to slip by from attending melodrama.       


To be continued……………………………



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