Hey Dad! Meet My Mom

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Author: Sandeep Sharma
away in fear.

    “I told you a lie.” Rishi continued “I am not your future son.” Then he smiled, in a weird way. Both of them laughed, while I was left trembling in fear.

    “So where do we start?” I asked Rishi who was busy playing ‘Flappy Bird’ on my phone. He was damn good at it. Usually when I tried to play this game I had to throw my mobile away in frustration after 4 or 5 chances because I couldn’t even cross the score of 5. I even uninstalled the game several times but then again gave it one ‘last chance’. That was my attitude towards everything, I tried, got frustrated, I threw it all away thinking I couldn’t do it but then again I gave it one ‘last chance’.
    “Hey are you listening? Stop that fucking game.” I shouldn’t have used that word in front of a 10 year child and too my own son. Fuck!
    “You used that word again. Remember? I can read your thoughts; loud and clear.” He gave me a strange look and again pinned his whole attention on the screen. “One last chance!”
    I quietly lay on the bed next to Rishi and waited for him to talk again. I closed my eyes and slowly slipped onto her lap in my dream.
    She had a spark in her eyes. Her magic wand was her hair locks. She waved her hair on my face and I got spell bound. I couldn’t blink, I couldn’t breathe; I was lifeless but still I was alive just because of her. She leaned a little lower to whisper in my ear. I could feel her warmth. That softness of her breast, rubbing over my chest was arousing every single beat of my heart.
    “I love you!” She whispered to me. It was not the first time I had heard this but this was the first time it felt real.
    “I love you too, Roshni.”
    “I love you too Roshni.”
    “Dad! Wake up. DAD!!!” Rishi was sitting on top of my chest and I was feeling choked. I was unable to breathe. I turned over as a result of which of which he toppled down from my chest. I began to pant heavily.
    “Oye! Puneet! Get ready soon, we are going to the market.” Mom came rushing to my room. I tried to control my breath but she noticed my uneasiness.
    “Oye, Puneet! What happened beta?”
    Nothing mom, you get ready, I am coming out in half an hour.” I said and sent her out.
    She left in silence; maybe thinking something. I shifted my attention to Rishi. He was quietly sitting with his eyes fixed on me.
    “Who is Roshni?” He asked me in a serious tone. “Do you know her?”
    “No. Why?” I said in a casual way while taking a small yawn and stretching my body.
    “Then why were you saying, ‘ I love you, Roshni?””
    “Who? Me? No. Not at all.” I was lying and even I knew that I was lying.
    He kept looking at me continuously and then finally I said, “Okay, I was actually dreaming about her and then I don’t know how this name ‘Roshni’ just came to my mind and I just said it.”
    “Are you sure? I mean, about this girl, was she the same one?” He asked me suspiciously.
    “I think so.” I paused and then continued, “Well, you should be the one to know it. Since you can read all my thoughts, you must have the ability to enter my dreams too. Right?” I said in a high tone.
    “Yes, I can enter there but do you really want your child to enter your dreams?” He asked me and I felt as if I was caught by him red handed while committing a crime.
    No, I would definitely not like my son to enter my dreams and know my wildest, strangest, horniest dreams. Well, that would certainly be embarrassing.
    “Correct!” he said and with that I quietly entered my bathroom and Rishi started playing his ‘Flappy Bird’ game again.

Chapter 7
    “ Bhaiya, aaloo kaise diye?” I was in the local vegetable market and it was the one place I hated to enter. My mother inquired from yet another vendor about the potatoes.
    “15 rupay kilo.” The vendor said while packing vegetables for another customer.
    “Itna mehenga! Bhaiya peeche to 10 rupay kilo de raha tha” My mother said and I was shocked to
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