With the annual day show over, the brat's Christmas vacations had begun in earnest. Day One went in an unmitigated haze of "Wot tu do, am getting boredt." This was fuelled by the fact that most of his friends in the building complex had gone off to cooler climes for the holiday season, and the few that hadn't packed their woollies for a winter break were off to native places and such like. Ergo, when Daadi proposed that he accompany her for a week to Pune, where his Bua is, he jumped at the offer like the proverbial canine to juicy bone. Therefore, it came to pass, that on Sunday, his bags were packed and Daadi and he were put on the bus to Pune, with some vigorous waving.
In the past he has been away from home but it has been for day of overnight school picnic at the max. I have been away from home, but that has been different. This is the first time that he would be staying away from me for close to a week, and what made it totally tension free was that his grandmother and aunt would take great care of him. But yes, a brat sized hole in the heart and lump in the throat remained. I had to be physically restrained from making hourly calls to him, for nothing but just to hear his voice and yell him out about brushing his teeth and keeping his clothes neatly and general stuff, it felt strange not to have anyone to yell at in the house.
He returns in a couple of days. I've enjoyed the solitude. But yes, I'm looking forward to him being back. Hopefully, by the time the empty nest years hit, I'll be better equipped to deal with a house where the only voice echoing back at me is my own.
In the past he has been away from home but it has been for day of overnight school picnic at the max. I have been away from home, but that has been different. This is the first time that he would be staying away from me for close to a week, and what made it totally tension free was that his grandmother and aunt would take great care of him. But yes, a brat sized hole in the heart and lump in the throat remained. I had to be physically restrained from making hourly calls to him, for nothing but just to hear his voice and yell him out about brushing his teeth and keeping his clothes neatly and general stuff, it felt strange not to have anyone to yell at in the house.
He returns in a couple of days. I've enjoyed the solitude. But yes, I'm looking forward to him being back. Hopefully, by the time the empty nest years hit, I'll be better equipped to deal with a house where the only voice echoing back at me is my own.
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Awww. No matter how much they make us yell, the silence in their absence is more defeaning.
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