The Act of being Papa
I thought I heard something. Something odd, something metallic, enough to fling open eyes and for a second, try to remember where you were and what time it was. I heard a faint dog bark and then like the low grumbling, the much familiar Taniya’s snore. Her nose was better today, producing a deep bass, ironically soothing enough for a sound sleep. The blue dim light at the corner filled the whole room with such sudden brightness that I could clearly see the hanging scarfs from the wardrobe, and even make out their fresh colours. I searched for my phone, checked the time. 3.10 in the morning. Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe it was my dream, like one of those elaborate dreams where I fight with monstrous aliens while barricading us in our village home. The last man standing. And weirdly, it is Vedantika, who always fights alongside me. The dream needs an upgrade, as there is Oishikaa now. But you hardly have any control over your dreams. It was too early to wake up. Our general tim...