𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀~
A 30-year-old accountancy professor known for his cold and unapproachable demeanor. His sharp intellect and no-nonsense attitude command respect in the classroom, where his presence alone is enough to maintain order. He...
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Today is Sunday, and I'm feeling a bit relaxed from the hectic schedule. The past few days have been really busy and a roller coaster ride of emotions for me.
This morning, My mother was discharged from the hospital, and we brought her home.
Right now, she is resting in her room, and I'm doing some cleaning work. Vani di has gone to the company. Even though it's Sunday, she needs to bring some papers to complete her pending work.
The house is quieter than usual. I move around, tidying up the living room, wiping down surfaces, and organizing things. The rhythm of these simple tasks helps calm my mind. I'm grateful that Mumma is finally home and recovering, but I can't help feeling a bit anxious about everything.
I take a moment to glance at her room, making sure she's comfortable and resting well. She looks peaceful, and it eases some of my worries. As I continue cleaning, my phone buzzes with a message.
It's from Tara, asking how everything is going. I quickly reply, letting her know that Mom is home and that things are getting better.
Once I finish the cleaning, I decide to make some tea for Mumma. As I enter the kitchen, memories of the past few days flash through my mind. It's been tough, but knowing that she is on the path to recovery makes it all worth it. I carefully prepare the tea, making sure it's just the way she likes it.
Carrying the cup, I head back to her room and gently wake her up.
"Mumma, I made some tea for you," I say softly. She smiles at me, and it feels like a small victory. As she sips the tea, we talk about simple things, avoiding any heavy topics. It's comforting to have this quiet time together.
Some time passed, and my friends came to visit my mother. They all talked for a while with me and mom, bringing some cheer and lightness into the room. After they left, I got busy studying for the test I have tomorrow.
It was evening, and Vani di and I were sitting in the living room, casually talking with each other. The conversation drifted from our day to random, comforting topics that made us forget the recent stress, if only for a moment.
