I am working on the presentation for tomorrow, but somehow my mind is not able to concentrate. I open the thick black cover of my phone to check for any missed calls or messages. Nothing there! I chide myself. I just checked my phone status 5 minutes back. If there is any change in status, I will hear it. I don’t need to check again on the same. I should concentrate on the presentation. I need to finish it today.
A few minutes later the door bell rings. My blood races causing my heart to jump. Yes! Finally! I rush to the door and open it. “Shilpa Roy?”, the man outside nonchalantly asks. I nod my head and he hands me the courier. I sign the slip, close the door, placing the courier on the table. I don’t care what bill or tender or notice that slim white envelope holds. My mind is elsewhere. My heart is beating fast again, but this time because of anxiety. No sign still! Where are you? Where can you possibly be? Why haven’t you even called till now?
Million questions race through my head as I continue to wait for a word from your end. What if, you are not able to come today? What if, you are not happy with me and choose never to return at all? How will I lead my life without you? How will I manage the kids without you? Leave alone the kids, I cannot even manage the house or the office without you. No, No! I should stop this train of thought. I have no reason to believe that you are not happy with me. You would have told me so, if that was the case. I should stay positive. I need to believe that you care for us as much as we care for you. I need to believe that you will come back.
Seconds slowly turn to minutes and minutes to hours. I give up on the presentation and try and finish the dishes from lunch. Anything, to distract me from the tension. The bell rings again. I am no longer expecting you today, so I don’t rush to the door. I ask loudly, standing in the kitchen, “Who is it?”. The reply, “Akka, it is me!”. How can it be?? It is indeed you, my maid in shining armor, back from her unplanned holiday. I am going to have a heart attack from the relief flooding my veins. I stop for a second before the temple door to thank God for his mercy. I take my time to reach the main door. I cannot show how anxiously I was waiting for you to come back. I feign anger when all I want is to hug you and welcome you back into the house.
I take two seconds to explain the pending work including the dirty dishes and with that I shut myself in my room. After all, I have a very important presentation to finish today.