i continue to wean myself from the child.
i flew down to hyd for a film festival. George and Sanah boarded the train that night and joined me the next day at noon.
my first night away from the child!
yes, yes, i can see the eyebrows go up, first night away? from a two and a half year old? shameful yes, but i am chicken. my work allows me the freedom to carry her along. and i can not imagine why george and i might want to take a holiday AWAY from her. so she comes along, where ever i go -work or holiday.
i waved bye to her. i was sick like a dog, so through the blur i could see that she had waved me away rather cheerfully. she is used to see me go out for the day, knowing that i will return at some point. she will be fine at night, i consoled myself.
the very simple sense of anxiety shifted gear pretty rapidly into- wicked glee! aah, the father will travel alone with her in a train, will share the berth with her, and will be kicked black and blue. now he will know that its a rather big thing that i have been travelling alone with her, all over the countryside, in trains and buses!
by evening, in hyd, i had no sense of purpose. i walked the streets aimlessly, had a miserable dinner alone and waited for the child and husband to board the train.
will she weep? will she want me? will she panic?
and then...oh now george will know what its like travelling with her- the disgusting loos, the cell phones ringing just when the child is falling asleep etc etc...
unable to restrain myself i called my dad at the time they would have stepped onto the train. i could not hear him speak because there was a wild whooping sound drowning his gentle voice.
the whooping sound was the wild father doing a dance because dear lalooji has introduced the upgrade system.they had been upgraded to the first class.
is there any justice in the world?
they had a coupe with only one fellow passenger. they had berths almost as large as our bed...........
and the child, she did not dip into her books or her crayons, the father and child entertained each other all the way through.
or so the father says.
and i did have a very cheerful child hugging the breath away from me at the station.