I loved going out to the bus stop to drop my kids off to their school bus! I really did! I would stand there and watch all the morning joggers, the old maami's in their pristine white sneakers...and 'bobcut', the huge great danes who would go about the tree lined roads...the parts of the road, which manages to efficiently stay around inspite of the magic boxes, fly overs, airports and diversions...the huge, docile dogs, who would love to lift their hind legs just in front of the ' Do not urinate here' boards...I would love to stand and watch. It was my favourite time of the day...it was a time that I would spend chatting up with my sons.. ( wonder how they would remember all the assignments so naturally right there in the bus stop..just making me feel all so bad momma yet again....but that was the best time yes!!!! I could enjoy just a few more moments of peace and calm.
On the way back...I would walk, ever so cautiously....my eyes would be trained, 2 behind, 2 to the right, 2 the left and 2 in front( all over the place, is what I mean ...)....trying to see....far beyond and far behind. I would enter my gate, eyes trained on my kitchen window...just trying to see if it had been opened just a few inches more than what I had earlier in the day...
I would enter the lobby, and while entering the lift that would take me to my wing, try and peep into the other...( bad habit... :( ) just hoping....and the then the escalation would start, the rise of the heartbeats.....as the floor was nearing...I would turn into my corridor, walk slowly and walk ever so carefully...all eyes on the floor....No...I knew how to walk straight...I could walk blindfolded in that corridor ..but I had a reason...I wanted to spot the one thing that would brighten my day!!
The lone pair of footwear...conspicious by its presence...but heartening to my soul...the sight that would make me smile and know that this is what I needed to know that my day is going to be good and bright....Never had a pair of worn out chappals made me smile and grin as much as these...I would open the door and hear the splish splash in the kitchen and walk in proud, head held high, shutting out the 'Hi, you're back?' from dear hubby....of course I was proud...
MY MAID HAD COME IN FOR WORK TODAY....YAY!!!!!
PS. Written in sheer frustration 'cos maid had been phoonked....or whatever...for the last 3 days...,
