He Stabbed Me,Darling
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It was a warm summer morning. After a series of snooze fights with the alarm clock app on my phone, I finally woke up at 6. I looked at our little princess. Her face was beautiful and serene. I quickly clicked a picture and Whatsapped it to you. After all, you are her favourite.
It was a day like any other, nothing different, nothing strange. I went about doing my chores. I stuck to the guidelines that you handed out to me before you left for Sydney. I woke our baby up at 7. As usual, she refused to brush until she got to skype with you. "Mommy kype, mommy kype," she used to say! After all, you are her favourite. "Sweetie pie, 7:30 already!! Good girls don't go late to school. Hurry up," you said. You were beautiful too. Just like our baby. She loved to listen to your animated voice. She missed you, just like I did.
I dropped her off at school and came back home to work on the new project I was assigned. Somehow my thoughts kept going back to you. I wanted to talk to you, make love to you, but you were in a different continent. I got back to coding for a while before worrying about lunch for the little one. I cooked for both of us and waited for the clock to turn 1. I saw her at the school gate. She was beaming with pride on winning the first prize in the 'rhyme recitation' competition. If only you were there! You had to see her jump up and down like a cracker. But never mind, you witnessed her first step, first words, first meals...well, most of her firsts! She came running towards me and shoved the certificate on my face with enthusiasm.
Man, was that hilarious! I bought her an ice cream in appreciation, just like you would have. But she wanted to run home and show you her certificate on skype. After all, you are her favourite. Back home, I called you to video chat. But since you were in your work place, you insisted on voice-calling. So we switched to that. She told you about her certificate, her friends, the rose that her teacher brought to the class, the puppy that starved at the school gate amongst many other trivial things that I don't remember now. After the call, she immediately fell asleep, taking her afternoon nap. I got back to coding once the peace in the house was restored.
It was 3:15 PM here and 9PM in Sydney. You called me up while you were walking back home. I loved to keep you company while you treaded on the lonely paths. I was always worried about you. I insisted you to take a cab and go the longer and safer route. But you refused. You told me how tired you were and how you can't wait to hit the sack. You told me how much you missed us and how you can't wait to come back home. I remember you mentioned something about your room-mate's birthday plans too. We spoke about our princess and ranted about our jobs as well. You still had a 15 minute walk. You were crusading through the dark lanes of the park and we began talking about how my proposal was the most unromantic proposal in the world. You had me in splits and you were chirping away in happiness while recounting our first date.
And suddenly, the chirping stopped. "He stabbed me, darling," you said. I continued to laugh praying that you were pulling a very insensitive joke on me. But you did not talk. I kept yelling into the receiver. The call got cut after 2 minutes and I frankly did not know what to think. A whole hour later, your room mate called me to give the news. The world around me started spinning. There was our little doll. I couldn't leave her here and fly to Sydney. You were no more. I wanted to hold you, talk to you for one last time and say a proper goodbye. Good-bye?? We were talking about our first date just an hour ago. Nothing made sense. Nothing still does.
3 months have gone by and I am yet to figure out a way to break the news to her. She still demands 'kype mommy' every day in her squeaky little voice. I can not fathom the mental trauma that she has to go through once she understands that there can never be 'kype mommy' again. After all, you were her favourite. How am I to explain to her that the 6-month project that took you to Sydney claimed your life forever? Or how the cruel beast destroyed three lives in a second? How will she ever fill the void that you left? How will she ever know how elaborate your plans were for her 16th birthday? She deserved a little more time with you, cause you know.. YOU WERE ALWAYS HER FAVOURITE.