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Sin — page 2, Guilt trip
Her door didn’t open till late in the morning. I got up, made breakfast for us and left for the office.
“Going office now. lock the door behind me.”, I yelled passing by her door. I didn’t get any response.
In the office, it was hard for me to concentrate on my work. I was contently worried about her. Worried thoughts like I should have checked on her before leaving or least knocked on her door to see if everything was fine, were coursing through my mind.
I took out my phone and texted, “ did you eat today?”. I was still hasitent to call her.
I waited for a while and with each passing minute my patience was vailing thin. I mustered all the courage and brought up her number on the phone’s Dialer app. Never before I had seen me thinking and rethinking about dailing my own daughters number.
Luckily , before I could press the call button, my phone chimed. I checked my phone for messages and found a text telling that she had her breakfast and she was sorry she couldn’t reply soon as she was in college attending class.
“it’s fine.”, I texted back. I sighed relief and tried again unsuccessfully to concentrate on my work.
I called my boss and told him that I was not feeling well. Hence, I was going home.
I collected my stuff and left for home. While in the car on my way to home, I checked my watch. It was 3:30 pm in the afternoon.
“She must be at home by now.” I thought to myself. I was not ready to face her yet. I was afraid and embarrassed of something. I knew I had not done anything wrong but was still afraid and embarrassed. I needed more time. I turned my car towards a restaurant, I was frequent.
I ordered coffee and begun pondering over my next step. I though of several scenarios, several ways to address what had happened. I had also given a thought to leave everything on time and do not broach the subject at all.
Amidst this all, I lost track of time.
“Where are you dad?”, my phone chimed again and displayed the text.
I looked at my watch and it was 8:30 pm. “On my way to home. will be there in 40-45 minutes.”, I texted back still unable to call her.
I paid for the food and coffee and left for home.
At the door, I rang the bell and she unlocked it. I entered and went straight to my room.
“I have coocked Rajma chawal and I am setting up the table now.”, She...
“Going office now. lock the door behind me.”, I yelled passing by her door. I didn’t get any response.
In the office, it was hard for me to concentrate on my work. I was contently worried about her. Worried thoughts like I should have checked on her before leaving or least knocked on her door to see if everything was fine, were coursing through my mind.
I took out my phone and texted, “ did you eat today?”. I was still hasitent to call her.
I waited for a while and with each passing minute my patience was vailing thin. I mustered all the courage and brought up her number on the phone’s Dialer app. Never before I had seen me thinking and rethinking about dailing my own daughters number.
Luckily , before I could press the call button, my phone chimed. I checked my phone for messages and found a text telling that she had her breakfast and she was sorry she couldn’t reply soon as she was in college attending class.
“it’s fine.”, I texted back. I sighed relief and tried again unsuccessfully to concentrate on my work.
I called my boss and told him that I was not feeling well. Hence, I was going home.
I collected my stuff and left for home. While in the car on my way to home, I checked my watch. It was 3:30 pm in the afternoon.
“She must be at home by now.” I thought to myself. I was not ready to face her yet. I was afraid and embarrassed of something. I knew I had not done anything wrong but was still afraid and embarrassed. I needed more time. I turned my car towards a restaurant, I was frequent.
I ordered coffee and begun pondering over my next step. I though of several scenarios, several ways to address what had happened. I had also given a thought to leave everything on time and do not broach the subject at all.
Amidst this all, I lost track of time.
“Where are you dad?”, my phone chimed again and displayed the text.
I looked at my watch and it was 8:30 pm. “On my way to home. will be there in 40-45 minutes.”, I texted back still unable to call her.
I paid for the food and coffee and left for home.
At the door, I rang the bell and she unlocked it. I entered and went straight to my room.
“I have coocked Rajma chawal and I am setting up the table now.”, She...
