Today’s writing prompt: Write about the colour of hope
The following does not quite fit the prompt but this what gave me the idea. So I decided to include it and link up anyway.
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Iti started stacking up all the utensils that she had dragged from the kitchen and piled up on the bed. Parna never objected to her bringing all sorts of vessels from the kitchen but she wanted Iti to clear out the bed and put everything to where they belonged before she came home from school. It was already 4.10. Parna would be home in another ten minutes so Iti rushed. Her playing house had to be wrapped up for the day.
Iti’s days were clearly set. She would be back from school by 11 in the morning since her school commenced at the unbelievable early hour of 6.30! She would bathe, have her lunch and go off for a nap by 1 and would be up in an hour to play. Most of the days she would be a teacher using the green door as a blackboard and teach imaginary students. Sometimes she would wrap one of Parna’s sarees and put some talcum powder in her hair to mimic the salt and pepper in Parna’s hair. On other days, she would play house. The vessels and knickknacks would come out of the kitchen and onto the bed. But through it all, Iti waited for the clock to turn 4.20. Parna had never been late even by a minute in six years.
Today was different. It was different for Iti at least. She had heard her parents scream last night. She had heard Parna screaming for the first time at her father. Parna had threatened to leave the house with Iti. She had heard opening and closing of a cupboard and a suitcase being dragged across the floor. She clutched her pillow and kept her eyes shut. When she left for school in the morning she had seen the suitcase near the dining table and longed to move it a little bit to check if it was empty or not. But Parna was at the table while she had her breakfast and no matter how hard she tried swinging her legs they just could not reach the suitcase at the other end. The suitcase had disappeared by the time she had come back. Parna had already left for school. At least that’s what her father said. He also said that Parna will not come back, that Parna did not love her and she never did care for her anyway. He said that almost everyday. Iti never believed him but today was different. She was scared today. So she watched the clock. And waited.
It was 4.25. Tears stained Iti’s face while she sat cross-legged in front of the door. There was no sound of the key turning in the lock. She thought of calling up her grandmother. The phone was in her reach. If she stood on her toes she could reach the receiver and dial. 4.27. Iti silently promised to herself that she would scrub that green door off all the chalk marks and she would never touch any of Parna’s ironed cotton sarees without asking her. She made a list of things she wouldn’t do ever again. No noise while chewing, no wasting water in the bath, no getting angry with her father and no making up stories. It was 4.30. Iti sat with her head bowed and wondered if she should write about this for her English essay homework, “Our Prayers”. She had to ask Parna first. Parna would tell her to write about anything she felt like writing but Iti still had to ask. She had dozed off to sleep when she heard a sound outside the door. It was the key turning into the lock. She shut her eyes hoping that it wouldn’t be her father, that it would be Parna and there would be no suitcase with her. The door opened with a creak and there she was. Draped in a white cotton saree with a green border her feet in her beloved Kohlapuri chappals, Parna was home. She reached down , picked up Iti and held her tight while she closed the door behind her. And at that moment, all of twelve years with a knot in her throat and tears streaming down her face, Iti knew for the first time what exactly to write for her English homework.