Hey Dad! Meet My Mom

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Authors: Sandeep Sharma, Leepi Agrawal
moment, he decided to help. “Ask her directly.”
    “If you are free on this Sunday, can we meet up at Maya’s cafe? I want to make up for the last time when I had to rush away in the middle of our chat.” I said in a go. I was really afraid of what her reaction would be.
    “Okay. Let’s meet up at 4 in the evening.” She said and I felt delighted. Finally!

    Where the hell was I? I was standing in the middle of an enormous crowd. Everyone was running around for their own purpose, the only one there who had no purpose was me. I tried to gather my thoughts to figure out what was happening but my mind was blank. I could hear nothing. I could see everything but no one else could see me. I should run, I thought.
    I started running but the place seemed to have no end. I was sweating. I shouted but no one heard me; I cried, no one heard me. I was panting heavily.
    Then slowly, the voices around me started falling on my ears, I could hear the crowd Nothing made any sense. Then I heard a very loud honk of a train. I was on a plaform. But how had I reached there? And which platform was this?
    I tried to talk with some people but no one answered me, they were all in a hurry. I was about to lose my temper when suddenly in a flash, everyone around me disappeared. There was no one else on the platform except me and the train.
    The train honked again, it was about to leave. I started searching every coach of the train to find anything that could help me make any sense of all this but I found nothing. I was feeling afraid and devastated. I had a feeling that if this train left, I would lose something. But what?
    “Dad!” I heard him cry from somewhere. Rishi! Where was he? I got more impatient. I had to save him.
    The train started to move. I continued my search. With each passing coach, the train started picking up speed I couldn t lose Rishi. I had to find him. My heart beat was rising and my blood was about to burst out of my veins.
    I searched every coach but Rishi was nowhere to be found. The train left the platform but my eyes were stillfixed on it. Then all of a sudden, I saw Rishi in one of the coaches. He waved out to me. He seemed to be crying. Some lady was also with him. When I focused on her, I came to recognize her; she was the same girl I had seen in my dream at the barber's shop.
    “Dad!” Rishi cried again.
    “RISHI!” I woke up shouting his name. Rishi was in the bathroom. His face was covered under shaving cream and he was enjoying spreading it using my brush. He got terrified when I shouted out his name.
    “Okay, sorry. I’ll not use your shaving kit again.”

    I had never before waited for a Sunday so badly. Time is a pretty strange concept actually. When you waited for it, it seemed to stand still and when you wanted it to stay, it flew away quickly. Since the day I asked Myra out for coffee, I started my preparations for the upcoming evening. Rishi too helped me; well I was bit confused about whether he actually helped me or was helping make my situation worse. Every idea he gave seemed to be the most idiotic thing of the era to me. But I had no other choice either.
    Finally the D-day arrived. The clock was showing 10am and I started to choose what to wear. I didn’t want to rely on Rishi for this important decision, so invited my mother to help me. She continuously asked me about the specialness of the occasion but I kept it a secret, although she got a hint from my anxiety to look great that day. Whether or not you tell her, she’s your mother and she knows everything about you!
    After a 2 hour discussion and trying almost every piece of clothing I had, we finalized the best one. My mom wanted to stay longer with me to dig out my secrets but somehow I managed to send her out of my room. She was really happy for me. Before going out, she said, “Khali haath na jaana, do buy some gift for her.”
    When she left, I looked at Rishi in amazement. How did she know? We were silent for a while and then

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