“Why do you underrate your culinary skills? I always told you, you were good!”
“I am not good. I am ‘okay’. But, these last few days, since I have begun preparing mother’s specialities — with a lot of trepidation, mind you — and, since they have been turning out pretty good. my confidence seems to be returning. And, I make it a point to ask her if I have missed out on anything, or, if something needs to be added.”
“What is it that you are trying to say, now?”
“All I am trying to say is, that mother is here. She is somewhere around us. Last night, I heard the jingle of her bangles. And, I don’t wear any bangles, do I? In fact, every night, I hear the cookie jar being opened and shut. Remember, she would have a couple of those after dinner, before going to bed?
“There is no such thing, Shilpa. It is just your mind, playing tricks on you. Get over it.”
“Oh, but, how can I? The cookie jar, that I keep in the cabinet. Well, I found it on the kitchen counter, when I went to have a glass of water last night! And, you were not even home! And, I don’t eat those cookies!”
This week’s sentence prompt: What is it that I really want to say.
Note: I realise I should have added this note when I published the post. But, better late than never!
I lost my mother in law a month ago. Since then, I have been experiencing ‘things’, that may be my imagination – considering, I was with her 24X7, all these years – or, may be real. The above conversation (except for the last line) actually took place between me and hubby, after I tried one of my mum in law’s recipes. And, let me tell you, every time I pray to her and prepare her recipes, they turn out perfect! She sure is looking out for us!
The title, ‘Hope not’, is actually for the last line, as it seems very scary.