So she tells me, rubbing her eyes gently, as if to massage even the swollen eyelids, “I haven’t been sleeping well for some days now.”
Why, I think to myself, for she seems to have everything. She’s well settled, lives comfortably with her children and grandchildren. What on earth could be driving her sleep away? Only I don’t question, I just listen.
“One day, it was the first son’s accident. A minor one, he had bruises all over. He was shaken…”
“The other day, it was the second son. He has been working hard on his dream. I hope he succeeds. I know he will, yet I fear for him and the uncertainties that life holds…”
“And then my grandchild, I read so many things on the paper, hear news on the TV.. and I start bothering about him.. Till he comes home safe from his school bus…”
And she gets up and walks back into the kitchen. There’s dinner waiting to be made.