I am struggling to open my eyes. My hands are tied to something very strong and solid. I gather some strength and untie the rope around my hands and open my eyes in great despair. I see my three year old sitting beside me, playing with a cup. I realize that I am in an unknown place, kidnapped along with my little one.
The tv is loud in the hall. I walk to the other room to see a man asleep. I don't know him. Must be the kidnapper, I decide. I pick up a metal rod lying nearby and 'bang', hit him hard on his head. I tie him up with the rope. Unconscious he is. I am a little relieved.
The house unlike in most the kidnapping stories, is bright and is on the ground floor. I rush to the front room where my son is playing and pick him up. He smiles at me unaware of all the chaos and trouble happening around. I smile back at him. My heart feels lighter now. The hall is all messed up. Plastic covers here and there and used utensils still on table. I clear them back to their places in a minute. Then I carry my lil one and open the front door. I stop to check if there is something else that I need to take...
Ahh! His doll toy, Alice is lying there. May be the kidnapper picked that along with us. Then again, I think and pick up biscuit packets from the kitchen in case my lil one gets hungry. I may have to go a distance. I don't have enough space in my hand now for everything. So I search for a bag. I got an empty back pack. I put my son down. I fill the bag with biscuits and toy, and then carry him back. I want to search for the remote to switch off the jarring tv.
I search it everywhere in the front hall, but cant see it anywhere. I peep into the other room, and the kidnapper is gaining little consciousness. Happy that I tied him up. I finally got the remote in the kitchen. I switch off the tv. Suddenly, there is so much quiet. I open the door. I think again. I don't want the kidnapper to chase me. I search for the lock and key of the door. I search near the key stand, tv shelf, kitchen, dining table, nowhere to be seen. I search for it in an open shelf in the front hall and there I got it. I picked it up. I was happy that my lil one was quiet all the while. Totally cooperating. Guess he knew that mummy is worried and something serious is happening. I stare once again at the room, it looks clean now. I go outside the house, close the door and lock the house and step out on the road.
I walk and breathe some fresh air. Where am I, I think. Did I have my mobile with me...
'Amma, wake up' a voice says... I open my eyes with all my energy drained out. I felt so glad to see myself and my lil one lying on the bed, cozy and safe at 4 pm. I smiled as though I was proud of what I did. Definitely bold of me to have thought of being capable to handle a kidnapping situation and escape from there, responsibly. It was a dream, I thought...
Ha ha ha...
But in a while I started to wonder what in the world made me so obsessed of cleaning the kidnapper's place and searching for unnecessary things. I realised, that's what I do all day... I struggle all day to keep things straight in my house. And I have a disease of clearing it immediately, even if i am tired. Else it's going to get all the more messy, doubling my work. The remotes and keys are like the things never in their actual places, in my house. My husband strives very hard to safeguard them from my lil one, because they just cant go missing. And that becomes a treasure hunt for me all day and sometimes night too. Now I know why the kidnapper house's tv remote and keys resembled the ones at my home. Clueless about the house though.
The ultimate part is that I searched for so many things in the house, but not my mobile. Guess, the heart declared that as unimportant compared to my child's food, toys and ofcourse the remote and keys.
I hope I get to sleep someday/night, peacefully, having sweet dreams rather than actively participating in chores like cleaning, clearing and searching.
It's funny that all this, haunts my tired brain even in sleep. Even while sleeping, my brain sees to it that I don't miss out on the routine activities. Sure this must be many moms' nightmare.
After all, I guess this is just part of being a mother.
Happy mother's day (May 10)
Cheers to motherhood !
Mother of Darsh
Shwetha
