Thursday, July 3, 2014

Over an ice cream cone


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The chocolate ice cream dripped from Prema's waffle cone over her chin and onto her polka dotted blue dress, staining it in the process. Amma would scold her now. The dress was bought only last month by her Uncle as a gift when he came from America. A look of worry crossed her eyes, which was soon forgotten with the task of consuming the delicious ice cream which had started melting in the scorching heat and pooling over her right hand now.

Prema. She was aptly named, her parents were fond of reminding her over and over again. She was a gift of love. A tiny miracle that had arrived when her parents had lost all hope of ever having a child to call their own. They had been married for five years after which she had made her appearance in the form of a bundle wrapped in the palest of pink. With the tiniest of fingers and toes, as her Achan was fond of telling. 

Was she smaller than Hannah, her favorite doll, she liked to ask him over and over again. 

And he would always smile and reply, you were so tiny that I was afraid to hold you. What if I dropped you by mistake? 

But seeing her tearful eyes, he would scoop her up and tickle her. The worry forgotten.

But today, sitting in this hallway alone, nibbling on her ice cream cone as the sun threatened to dribble it on the dirty floor, thoughts of all other things were far from her mind. She hated gobbling it up in one go, like how her friend Rishi was fond of. Prema wanted to relish the taste, committing it to memory as her parents wouldn't ever buy her another one in the near future lest she catch a cough or infection.

Ice creams were for special occasions, Achan was fond of reminding her. Today, must be special, she thought happily. Prema wanted to have lunch from outside this afternoon, probably in one of those fancy restaurants her parents took her to sometimes. Restaurants where sophisticated people with their beautiful clothes and shining jewelry frequented. She was fascinated with watching them. The way they looked like they never spilled food on their clothes and always had a smile plastered on their faces. Either that or the way they carried around their mobile phones and talked on it all the time. Like their phones were as delicate as their newborn babies who slept off in the prams. Like her parents.

The ice cream cone was finished, leaving her face and hands a sticky mess. She tried to rub off some off it with the hem of her dress, before her mother came and saw the brown stains on her. Such a crowded place, this hallway. People scurrying about busily. What if her parents forgot where they had left her!  Her mind panicked, without having the distraction of the ice cream to keep it occupied.

She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar peacock blue saree that her mother had worn today. How pretty she looked, her Amma. With her bouncy hair and flawless skin. She was followed by her father. Her tall, handsome Achan, who loved throwing her up in the air and catching her in his big firm hands. Of how he loved to hear her giggle when she was halfway in the air. Cushioning her fall with his hands and kissing her hair when she was back in them. Achan's princess, that's what he called her. She beamed on seeing him.

Her mother clasped her hands tightly around Prema's and led her away. But wait, why is Achan not coming? And why is he looking at her sadly? Her Amma seemed impatient and in a bad temper. She could tell that by the way her nose flared and the way she gripped Prema's hand. The way the folds between her eyebrows creased whenever she fought with her father.

She turned her head back to look at her Achan one last time, before her mother led her back to the car. The last she remembered was his hand that was raised in a half wave, but the image remained incomplete as the car sped away. 

This post is written for Day 3 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for July 2014 and NaBloPoMo

48 comments:

  1. Makes me want to eat an ice cream cone.

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    1. Go, have one now! Preferably in a cone ;)

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  3. divorce hits kids really badly. liked it :)

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    1. Divorce is most hard and unfair on kids. Thanks Ankita!

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  4. Wow!! How subtly and beautifully you have conveyed your message!! I come back again and again to read your posts esp ur short stories they always leave me dumbfounded:D:D like this one!!
    Keep on doing the good work

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    1. Thank you thank you thank you Juhi! Your comment has made my day :)

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  5. Whoa!!! Never knew ice creams could be connected as such with divorces...
    Great post!!!! :)

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    1. Just tried a different angle, Rupasi. Glad you enjoyed it! Thank you :)

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  6. Wow Aathira, this was one touching story to tell. The way you've written it moves me!

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  7. What a touching tale! Awesome narration Aathira. Life seems so beautiful from a kid's perspective :)

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    1. Thanks a bunch Vinodini! Sometimes, we need to don those childhood glasses once in a while, to see things differently :)

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    1. You have made me happy, again! Thanks love :)

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  9. If only... sigh. I like the descriptions, so nice to read it, Aathira. but I so wish Prema had a happy ending that saw the three of them hold hands and walk away, rather than the separation. The taste of the ice-cream cone would have been sweeter then when she chooses to recollect it in the future.

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    1. Thank you Leo. I wished Prema had a happy ending to her story too. But such is life! I guess the memory of ice creams would always be bitter sweet for her in future!

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  10. Such a sad ending but wonderfully conveyed, did not see that coming through the lovely familial, summery imagery from the beginning. I envy people who can convey a message so succinctly in short stories :)

    http://www.anastasiacatris.com/blog

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    1. Thanks so much Anastasia! Welcome to my blog. I'm glad that you enjoyed the story, sad as it may be. I try to weave a good story and comments like yours aspire me to write better!

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  11. I didn't expect it to end it so. Sad however impactful end.

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  12. That was very nicely conveyed from the perspective of the small child... really well done

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    1. Thanks so much Seeta! Coming from a talented writer like you, that is indeed a huge compliment :)

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  13. Ah, Aathira this is so touching.

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  14. This was brutally touching!! How you captured the innocence and confusion of a little girl . Pulled away by someone she loves...from someone she will always loves...her dad.

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    1. Some girls shall always be their fathers' pet :) Being one myself was probably why I penned this one :) Thanks so much Red! I have the feeling you are a 'Dad's princess' too :)

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  15. Hello! Tender feelings nicely expressed...

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    1. Thanks so much for visiting! Glad that you enjoyed it :)

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  16. Well narrated and beautifully expressed :)

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    1. Thanks so much! Glad that you enjoyed it :)

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  17. Awee.... loved the narration. Can't even imagine what fears might have gone through the child's mind...

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    1. Thank you Sheethal! A lot fears which she was probably too young to understand, I guess...

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  18. Loved the way you described everything :) I want my icecream now!

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    1. Yay!!! Go get your ice cream now!

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  19. Oh no.. it is such a sad state when kids have to grow up without both the parents .. I wish and hope and pray that no child has to grow up like that ..

    loved the story .. although now i want to go and eat a ice cream

    Bikram

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    1. Thank you Bikram. Your comments have always given me an extra push. It's sad that kids have to grow up in broken families, but in a way I think it would be better than growing up with parents who are always fighting with each other.

      I wish I could give you an ice cream. Please go and get yourself one for the time being :)

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  20. Somehow the post made me very sad !
    Beautifully written !

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    1. Thank you Gayathri! This is one of the situations that most kids have to face nowadays. Sad :(

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  21. Lovely.. wanna taste it....... ;) <3

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  22. :) Feeling happy with this article.. ;)

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  23. The biggest losers in a divorce are the kids. Its such a sad thing. I love the way you have shown this here.

    You are becoming a master withe very post!

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    1. Yes, Soumya. The one hit the hardest by divorce are the kids.

      Thanks so much! I'm glad you like the recent posts :)

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  24. So sad, I hate to think of how the picture will remain incomplete for the little girl. If only parents realize the impact of their divorce on their little ones, how it breaks them and leaves them scarred forever. Sigh!

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    1. I wish her parents had half the sense of what you were thinking. It can be so hard on kids, especially when they are not old enough to understand the implications even. Thank you, Keirthana!

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