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We Hours
We Hours
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..... the sweetness emanates like the screams of a banshee percolating like soft breeze through the hardened rock pores......
Winter usually arrives as a welcome guest for only two short months.After the hot, humid tiresome sun for ten long months winter followed on the heels of Durga Puja and Diwali.The early mornings could be enjoyed under a warm blanket or quilt watching the soft gleaming sunshine .But no !! I could indulge in no such luxury. The alarm of the Westclox clanged wide awake.Another day of drab drudgery awaited me.
My darling loving wife is wide awake already helping our sleepy-eyed four-year son in the toilet. His eyes are tightly shut and has to be held so that he won't wobble 
Indeed I felt really sorry for the poor creature !! Probably that is the way to so called "education" in school.His teeth are brushed and rinsed with his eyes still half closed.. probably still dreaming of fairies and dungeons.
No !!! I am being unfair.. I think.So I gingerly crawl out of my warm comfort and switch on the trusted casette player-cum-radio. For these early morning ordeals I had bought three casettes of sonorous,happy, funny Bengali rhymes with jingling loud music.I also loved listening to these.The songs transported me to the realms of unknown discoveries of the budding soul.One such song I vividly remember is about how the shoe was discovered. A king used to get his feet dusty walking barefoot.He called the wise men of his kingdom who designed shoes for the king.This was how the shoe was invented !!
The child's wide eyes used to pop open listening to those mysterious songs while his momma shovelled in breakfast.I also did someting in the meantime.Polishing his black schoolers or white canvas keds would keep me busy.Often I'd have to dry the wet keds on a hurricane lamp since time was short.My next job was to arrange his books as per his class routine.Sharpening pencils was also a regular affair alongwith making good lost erasers and other stationery.Momma would be busy dressing him and packing his tiny,colourful tiffin box and fesh water bottle.
The Westclox raced fast.Hurriedly I would get dressed and push out my trusted Bajaj M-80. The child would sit on the front tool box wearing a maroon pullover and monkey cap.How funny he looked 
The ride would be over in seven minutes flat and I'd rush back home full throttle to get ready for buying veggies and office.
Seven in the evening found the streetlights on and the child squatting on a mat ogling Cartoon Network. He is in a happy mood and so is my dear wife.Apparently the baby sitting had gone fine My son is screaming,jumping and clapping wildly as he bangs into me welcoming me home.We settle down on the floor mat with his awful books and stationery with me trying to make him do his grades well. I was serious!!
After an hour or so homework done , we sit together playing some board game,jigsaw puzzle and such like. Occasionally we'd play cricket with a plastic bat and ball. Unadulterated fun and togetherness.These are what I call "We Hours"
©bishu
