Ganga (The Impure) Part 2

Yatish woke up from a dream jerking and terrified. He looked around for a few minutes. His wife Sheetal was trying to wake him up. Sheetal was holding their 8-month-old Rhea in her arms. Sheetal was a bit irritated " Yathish, Please wake up. I have a meeting at 9 am and it's very important to me. I need your help!!! ". 

Yathish woke up and pushed his blanket aside, stretched his arms. "What time is it Sheetal?? He asked in a lazy tone. Sheetal said "It's 8 am!! look out the house, it's full of mess. I still have to cook, give bath to baby, feed her, and get ready. Can you please vacuum the house and help me with the dishes as well?? She pleaded with him.

Yathish in a hurry " what 8 am ?, Oh my god!! I have to leave early today, I have a project meeting with clients, and can't be late to work. can you prepare breakfast at the earliest?".

Sheetal was fuming now " What crap Yathish?? how can you say everything at last minute? who will help me out now? Even I need to go to the office by 9 am. Don't you have sense, this has become your daily drama. In this country, I can't even find a maid. This is why I told you to move back to India".

Yathish was irritated now and he replied back " Look I am already late now don't start your old tape recorder, I struggled hard to come to this country and I am staying here, I have no intentions to move back to India. Got it!! And as far as looking after baby, that's your duty. You are her mother and you need to do it. Don't pull me into this. 

Meanwhile, little Rhea started crying loudly looking at their fight.

This angered Sheetal, She felt like slapping his face. "Ya, I know what a mother is and how a mother struggles to look after her baby. Coz I have seen my mother and felt her love. Unless like you, who don't even know the meaning of a mother".

She said this and went inside the baby's room and slammed the door.

Yathish was driving his car and the hard words of Sheetal were replaying again and again in his mind. He remembered his childhood days and lovely moments with Ganga. Then he thought to himself

"shit!! why am I thinking about her?? god forbid I don't wish to see her again in my life, never ever For the people in India, River Ganga is pure and divine. But to me My mother Ganga is an impure and dirty one". He parked his car and went inside the office building in New York City.

At the same time in India, someone was looking at a Yathish's picture and tears rolled down from old and wrinkled eyes, She murmured to herself " When will you forgive me, my Son??".

To be continued.......