“Couldn’t have a better weekend”, I said to myself, as I was on my way back from a weekend stay in a resort. I was accompanied by me and myself. Yeah! It was a solo trip and I had the greatest break of my life after the pandemic got over. It was such a calm and relaxing experience that I felt rejuvenated and pampered. The lazy mornings, nature walks, and the peppy evenings added to the bliss.
“Ma’am, we have arrived”, said the cab driver, as I was lost in my daydreams about the trip.
I got down and headed for my home. I rang the doorbell.
“Are they still sleeping?” I wondered about my husband and kids.
I took out my mobile phone and called my hubby.
Tired, I took out my house keys and opened the lock.
“Oh, My My!” I shouted as I couldn’t believe what I saw.
My house was all topsy-turvy. The drawers and cupboards were open, the furniture was haywire, and everything was lying on the floor.
Was it an earthquake? How come I didn’t know? Robbery? Where’s everyone?
Millions of questions were erupting in my mind and my heart was racing hard.
I wanted to shout and call out my husband and kids, but it seemed I lost my voice.
Crash! I heard glass breaking into pieces.
“Mummaaa… ”, cried my younger son.
“Whaaaattttt”, I got up with a jolt.
“Get up mumma, I spilled the cereals as the jar broke. Sorry, please don’t be angry.” He pleaded.
“Mumma, it’s all his fault, I didn’t do anything”, my elder son clarified.
“What have you boys been up to?” I shouted at them as I saw the house in a mess.
“We were playing and wanted to eat some snacks and so we started searching and… ”, the boys tried to explain.
“So YOU ransacked the house!” I said.
“Ransacked? What?” My elder one asked.
“Never mind, I had a terrible dream. It’s ok. You go to your room carefully and I will clean this up.” I replied.
“Welcome back to reality!” I smiled as told myself.