Beginning, chapter 25 of Memory a Novella
Written for Nanowrimo extended
Copyright (c) Soumya Mukherjee
Boy had just realised what makes it all worthwhile.
The agony and ecstasy of dating, climaxing in the frightening and optimistic institution of marriage, the exhilarating and excruciating experience of fatherhood, the sheer joy and heartbreak of bringing up kids, seeing them grow up from the helpless baby to adorable toddler, hero worshipping child, irritating tween and insufferable teenager.
Boy had gone through the gamut with his elder daughter who had now entered college and exited the teens, and in her full time preoccupation with creativity ,politics, activism, recreation, socializing and academics,(in that order),had ceased to notice that parents exist.
She however had handed over her unfinished task of educating papa to her younger sibling, who had just entered her teens.
She worked hard to make Boy a more sensitive, liberal, metrosexual, “with it” man; and root out root out all subconscious traits of MCP and other uncool traits.
Quite used to constructive criticism, Boy was therefore extremely surprised to hear her wondering comment
”-papa you can write!”
Investigation revealed that she had come across the friendly neighbourhood little magazine which had carried a story by Boy. Flattered by being asked for a contribution, and too lazy to do anything new, Boy had rehashed an old published story, which was the one she had found.
Encouraged by her interest, Boy dug out an ancient scrapbook where he had collected copies of various “middles” published in Delhi dailies like TOI, HT and Express, mostly before she was born.
An engrossed half hour later, she came up to Boy and peremptorily ordered him to start writing again. This was the best criticism or review Boy had ever received. So he wrote what he felt at that moment–“I have realised what makes it all worthwhile….”