1. The Ratangarh Haveli
I looked out, the hot wind blowing through the open window grazing my face. The train was slowing down, its rattle getting softer. I sighed. From next to me, my husband took my hand and squeezed it affectionately.
“We’re nearly there. We should get our things.” He said.
I nodded and he dragged our shared suitcase from under the train berth. The label on the case caught my eye, as he rested it on its wheels. Mr. and Mrs. Aditya Ranganathan, the faded label read. It still brought a smile to my face. Adi, my husband, had insisted on sharing everything when we’d gotten married. We are sharing our lives, he’d said, so whatever we have in our lives, we’ll share it too.
And so we did. We shared our dreams, our thoughts, our room, our suitcase, even the label and….our daughter. Our only daughter, Radhika. She preferred Rika though and so we all called her so. I sighed as her face appeared in my mind’s eye. She was the reason for my…our disquiet. Continue reading “The Tireless Trip. What a mother feels…”