Three days of utter chaos finally settled into a calm and peaceful evening as Yog recovered from a bad flu. High fever running for three straight days had left the entire home overcast with dull grey clouds. As we returned back from the doctors visit, reassured that Yog was going to be fine soon, the silver lining to the clouds was slowly becoming wider. As Yogs Grandfather navigated the busy roads of Hyderabad during the peak evening office hours, Yog, Toyna and me settled down comfortably on the back seat of the car. The long drive, the weakness from the illness and the soft music made sure that Yog soon settled into a light slumber in my arms. Toyna tired from her school and then the doctors visit, was also slowly drifting into her dream world.
Yog slept off comfortably in my lap, while Toyna rested her head on my shoulder and dozed off. The peace of the moment was accentuated by the beautiful songs on the radio and the comfort feeling of having two extremely caring adults in the car with me (Grandparents to Yog and Toyna). This was my perfect world. What more could anyone ever ask for in life?
Yog coughed intermittently as the car jerked to avoid the on road bedlam. Toyna shifted in her seat once in a while trying out a more comfortable position for her head. I patted Yog back to sleep with one hand and with the other, I soothed Toynas soft curly locks. When we were about 10 minutes away from home, Yog sat up, all of sudden with a bad bout of cough. As he coughed harder, I could sense there was something else that was soon to follow. I woke up Toyna urgently requesting her to hand me an empty tiffin box resting in Yogs bag. She reacted quickly and handed me the open tiffin box. As soon as I placed it before Yog, he threw up a good amount of milk that he drank before sleeping. The tiffin box did it’s job well and saved the car from a big mess. This thoroughly disappointed Yog. As the next set of bile rose through his gut, he pushed the tiffin box right out of his face and proceeded to empty the next set of broken down milk, right on top of me. Aghhhhh!
With that he lay down back to sleep quite contended at not only throwing out whatever was bothering him in his stomach but also soaking his mother in his vomit. After all, it was his birth right to make sure his mother smelt as bad as he actually felt. The rest of the journey went in trying to clean Yog and me with little wipes that we always keep along for such emergencies. All the windows of the car were now open. Vehicles coming a little too close to our car, were automatically forced to move away, thanks to the foul smell emanating from our car.
What can I say!?! This is the beauty of my perfect world. Soaked in shit, vomit, dripping nose, leaking diapers and more… my perfect world might not smell very perfect to any stranger right now. But believe me, it is actually quite perfect the way it is. You have to have a perfect world like this of your own to really understand how.
P.S. I did have a bath before writing this blog. I hope you cannot smell the stink of the vomit in the blog.