Dheedhi’s Daughter’s House-warming
by

Dheedhi counts days with a sparkle in her heart.
She hopes to melt her ice-cold loneliness in the warmth of a party.
She buys a washing machine.
Pickle of mango peel, piquant beef, banana chips…
She packs all with pizzazz.

But her daughter foresees shards of shame protruding from ma’s mannerisms.
Outworn ways, the ill-mannered slurps, unrefined words…

“Tomorrow’s function’s limited, ma.
I’ll come to pick you another day.”
Deedhi’s lips tremble and eyes become moist.
Several desires disappear silently in the *Bermuda triangle of generation gap.

*A triangle shaped area in the North Atlantic Ocean, where
several people, boats, ships and planes have disappeared.

First printed in issue #16 of The Literary Hatchet.

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