Love You Too (Story)
Father! It seems to have happened. Saying that, Mol came running. She muted my online meeting herself and skipped away from the laptop’s camera, she said. Periods, periods! The glow on her wide face when she gets a toy.
It was a Thursday. The last twilight of Twenty Twenty. The noise of preparations for the New Year celebration in the apartment is outside. where is it She opens the cupboard and finds a sanitary pad. He bought three or four different brands and gave them to her.
Which one do you want? she asked. Enough of the blue! That’s my favorite color! She made up her mind and took it and went to the bathroom. If you have any doubts, you can look at YouTube, he said and picked up the phone. Like my mind suddenly went blank! It’s only been twelve and a half years, but it had to come already! It was enough for this little boy to run and walk without any tension for some time. Her friend Mishti had been preparing here since a year before and was quite impatient. Not such a pleasant experience. Changing the pad is a chore, then there are mood swings, anger, fatigue and so on. Just said a week ago.
Oh, how many periods have passed by father! Haven’t I seen your mother suffer? It must have been given to him by his father. If he gets angry at that time, his father won’t say anything. Oops, didn’t even understand that! Mol went to play that day, teasing me too. Even if a fingernail is bitten and the skin is red, father is the one who makes the incident viral by saying that there is bleeding as an accident. I opened the door and went down to the balcony thinking that she might be scared because it was her first experience. Down below, everyone is in a festive mood. Some Hindi songs at ear-splitting volume. It is when happiness comes and when sadness comes that the realization of being alone is tightened. It was the same void when the promotion came last month. What is the point of all this if there is no one to listen?
Who do you tell this to, what if you tell your mother? But old gen mom’s tips won’t catch as much as she does. Not only that, but the possibility of her mother getting attacked again after listening to her questions cannot be ruled out. Simi saw the faces of each of her friends in her mind. But a feeling that no, they are not in the race with their lives, meanwhile how can they call for each and every question.
If Simi had been there, you would have hugged me and cried. Like in the past, people stood up and clapped after watching Mol’s smashing dance. CM as a big man. I said slowly. What if she heard, sitting among the glittering stars beyond the smoky sky of Bangalore. He closed his eyes to see if Simi was saying anything. I quickly wiped my eyes when I heard the sound of mole coming out of the bathroom. Mol came to the balcony and hugged me. “It was just a drop” is that so, Dad? She asked. What should you tell her now. Simi never said anything about first period. Maybe it’s like this. Mol’s face is serious. To cool down the situation, I said “Yes yes, that’s how I was.”
She got sick. A joker has arrived. Don’t know even this, don’t say you don’t know. Let me call one of my mother’s friends and they will tell me. Or you can call your mother. She didn’t like that idea at all. No, I don’t have to ask anyone about this, my father just told me.
Oh well, I have a terrible experience! She laughed when she said that. We will see a gynecologist tomorrow. They will all tell. When she heard that, she was fine. It’s good that my father showed me how to put a pad that day, YouTube is not as good as my father. As she turned to do her homework, she asked, “How did you learn this?” I didn’t tell her that I had a lot of tension on this day since I was alone, or that I had tried using sanitary pads to get rid of that fear. Isn’t that common sense, you go do your homework.
No, no! No more scarecrows! I’m not a Peekiri girl! A woman is a woman. Mind it. Saying that in Rajinikanth’s style, she laughed and entered the room, and so did I. I was in front of the laptop as if to resume the meeting which was stopped midway. Mol went on to celebrate the New Year as if nothing had happened. I love you, Dad!
Love you too…
Content Summary: Malayalam Story ‘ Love you too ‘ written by Raghunath P D