Silly yet Serious

It was summer holidays, I was about 7 yrs standing in the corner of verandah in my grandfather's house.  Confused me could not able to feel the right or single emotion from the list of emos.... hesitation, helplessness, fear of not getting acceptance from the people inside that house, feeling out of the place.. All these confusions because after my father had paralysis stroke.. my mother and father's relatives were not in good terms...it was late afternoon I was feeling uncomfortable could not recognise that as *hunger* standing with a pale look, my cousin who is a year younger to me comes running out of the kitchen her mother who is my aunt came behind her holding something to eat... I was just a spectator... My cousin jumped on the sofa which was normally not allowed to stand on it... Aunt reaches her and pampers her to eat the chapati rolled with ghee n sugar... But cousin refuses to eat and busy jumping on the sofa... Aunt further pampers and tell that chapati roll is a train which will come from her hand and will reach cousin's mouth... That explanation of the "journey of train" was interesting for me but my cousin didn't give much attention, my eyes were wide open, hands folded from the backside as I was not feeling free to open my hands unlike eyes, now my aunt tells her little daughter *see dear eat this chapati or else I will give it to Meena* and aunt turns to me and asks in polite manner * it is true know, if she doesn't eat chapati you will take it right?* I nodded my head vertically but slowly and started to wish seriously that my cousin should not eat that chapati so that my aunt will give it to me who was standing like an outsider inside the house.... But to my surprise or say to my bad luck my cousin started eating but didn't eat completely... My aunt went inside taking back that left over train in the form of chapati roll... I was so much disappointed but my eyes didn't get wet because it didn't knew that pain should be vented out in the form o tears... I was dumb in expressing emotions... But expert in keeping them in my memory... This episode has made me a person who respects food to its core... Not that we were poor my both parents were government employees, this happened when my mother left me at my grandparents house because she was working... Then I decided that when I grow up will not go for a full time job, I will give my complete attention to my kids... Life has taught me values.. Some times in bit harsh way.... But it's okay after all life is *Sihi Kahi*... Sometimes sweet... Sometimes bitter....
This is my first writing in English and my Inspiration is @doctoratlarge *The Bad Doctor* sir forgive me for the poor English.... Your words have touched my soul in return I am committing this mistake of writing :))