I widened my eyes, feigning anger.
"Mo, enough of your antics. Empty that milk glass now."
The unhappy kid surrendered, drank the milk at one go, and banged the glass down.
Just as I was about to chide him for that, he flashed a impish, toothy smile!
"Ma, see, I have a moustache like Baba"! He squealed out of joy.
Had I looked back, I would have seen a tiny me, flaunting my milky moustache to my Ma, decades ago. But now, there was no looking back. There he was, a part of me, growing up in front of me.
This post is written for Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday Prompt : Had I Looked Back
Lovely, Apala! Nostalgia well-captured
ReplyDeleteThank you, CS!! Nostalgia captured in fiction, though! :)
Deletea sweet story!
ReplyDeleteThanks Robyn! And welcome to my space! :)
DeleteLooking forward, is what your post shows to me. And yes, looking forward to more writing by you. Glad I chanced upon this blog. :)
ReplyDeleteAm so glad you dropped in! Life is all about looking forward, and reliving the days left behind, ain't it? :)
DeleteVery warm. Simple but effective....very good Apala
ReplyDeleteThanks Ritesh! Glad u liked it!
DeleteHmmm....very marketable with the target audience also being a good choice.
ReplyDeleteAww! Lovely post. I could so relate to the "milk episode", getting milk down their throats is any mom's nightmare!
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful, Apala.
ReplyDeleteaw :D that is sweet ....
ReplyDeleteBTW, long time! How've u been
Amazing. :)
ReplyDeleteNostalgia beautifully fitted in fiction. Btw, I hated milk as a child and still hate it..lolz
ReplyDeleteOnnek din por...Good comeback :) Besh bhalo hoyeche...Nice !!
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