Yesterday, 12:15 AM
Title: Auntie's Touch
Scene 8
Jayashree Auntie opened the bedroom door, and the normal sounds of the house flooded in – the sizzling of spices in a hot pan, the distant hum of a ceiling fan. It was like stepping back into a different world. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze before we walked out.
We walked back into the living room. The air was thick with the delicious smell of my mom's cooking. My mom was in the kitchen, her back to us, focused on making food. She hadn't seen us come out of the room.
Jayashree went straight to the kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame, looking completely relaxed and cheerful.
"Smells wonderful, Rina," she said to my mom.
My mom turned around, a smile on her face. "Jayashree! There you are. I was wondering where you went. Is Sunny behaving?"
I stood in the living room, watching them, feeling a warm glow inside me. I had a special secret with Auntie Jayashree.
Jayashree: "Oh, he's a perfect gentleman," she replied with a laugh. "We were just having a little chat. He's such a curious boy, asking so many questions."
Mom: "I hope he wasn't bothering you with his silly stories. You know how he can be."
Jayashree: "Not at all! It's good for him to ask questions. It's how they learn." She glanced over at me and gave me a soft smile. "We had a very… educational talk. He's a very bright boy. He understands things quickly."
Mom: "That's good to hear," my mom said, turning back to stir the pot on the stove. "I'm glad you two get along so well."
Jayashree stayed for a few more minutes, chatting with my mom about neighbourhood gossip and the price of vegetables. It was all so normal. Looking at them, laughing and talking together like they did every other day, it was hard to believe that just moments before, Auntie Jayashree and I had shared such an incredible secret in the other room. As she finally left, she caught my eye and gave me a tiny, almost invisible wink before she walked out the front door.
Scene 8
Jayashree Auntie opened the bedroom door, and the normal sounds of the house flooded in – the sizzling of spices in a hot pan, the distant hum of a ceiling fan. It was like stepping back into a different world. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze before we walked out.
We walked back into the living room. The air was thick with the delicious smell of my mom's cooking. My mom was in the kitchen, her back to us, focused on making food. She hadn't seen us come out of the room.
Jayashree went straight to the kitchen doorway and leaned against the frame, looking completely relaxed and cheerful.
"Smells wonderful, Rina," she said to my mom.
My mom turned around, a smile on her face. "Jayashree! There you are. I was wondering where you went. Is Sunny behaving?"
I stood in the living room, watching them, feeling a warm glow inside me. I had a special secret with Auntie Jayashree.
Jayashree: "Oh, he's a perfect gentleman," she replied with a laugh. "We were just having a little chat. He's such a curious boy, asking so many questions."
Mom: "I hope he wasn't bothering you with his silly stories. You know how he can be."
Jayashree: "Not at all! It's good for him to ask questions. It's how they learn." She glanced over at me and gave me a soft smile. "We had a very… educational talk. He's a very bright boy. He understands things quickly."
Mom: "That's good to hear," my mom said, turning back to stir the pot on the stove. "I'm glad you two get along so well."
Jayashree stayed for a few more minutes, chatting with my mom about neighbourhood gossip and the price of vegetables. It was all so normal. Looking at them, laughing and talking together like they did every other day, it was hard to believe that just moments before, Auntie Jayashree and I had shared such an incredible secret in the other room. As she finally left, she caught my eye and gave me a tiny, almost invisible wink before she walked out the front door.
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