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-capturedReplyDelete
Thank you, CS!! Nostalgia captured in fiction, though! :)Delete
a sweet story!ReplyDelete
Thanks Robyn! And welcome to my space! :)Delete
Looking forward, is what your post shows to me. And yes, looking forward to more writing by you. Glad I chanced upon this blog. :)ReplyDelete
Am so glad you dropped in! Life is all about looking forward, and reliving the days left behind, ain't it? :)Delete
Very warm. Simple but effective....very good ApalaReplyDelete
Thanks Ritesh! Glad u liked it!Delete
Hmmm....very marketable with the target audience also being a good choice.ReplyDelete
Aww! Lovely post. I could so relate to the "milk episode", getting milk down their throats is any mom's nightmare!ReplyDelete
That was beautiful, Apala.ReplyDelete
aw :D that is sweet ....ReplyDelete
BTW, long time! How've u been
Nostalgia beautifully fitted in fiction. Btw, I hated milk as a child and still hate it..lolzReplyDelete
Onnek din por...Good comeback :) Besh bhalo hoyeche...Nice !!ReplyDelete