His sobs interrupted her dream. She woke all of a sudden and turned to see that he had his eyes tightly shut. He was crying in his sleep. “Maybe a nightmare”, she thought as she checked the bedtime clock by her side - 3:45 a.m. She got up and walked softly out of the room and turned the latch as quietly as possible. “Click” it sounded like someone had rubbed steel over an iron grate. “Gawd!” she muttered to herself as instantaneously her little toddler started his wailing. “Akash!, Akash..wakeup. Sumer is crying. Hold him close & rock him please while I get his milk warmed. Aakaaash” “Whaat..? Oh ok ok” he stuttered and tried to clumsily hold the crying baby. “For heaven sakes! Don’t switch on the light, Akash. He will lose his sleep” she fiercely whispered on her way out to the kitchen. She heard some angry mutterings but there was no time to retort. By the time the baby was fed & put to sleep again it was close 5:00 a.m. Akash had long turned his back and his snoring was ba...
Thoughts that echo like a melodic stanza