Mom and the D-DAY Sehri !

The weired tone of alarm forced me to open my eyes. Sun rays pierced through the darkness of the lonely night. Yet, Another front for the mom to save the day. Getting out of the bed looking for my slippers and planning for today's Menu is not that easy. I remember Hassan had asked for parthas and omelette's for sehri.Like every mouse knows its hole very well. The kitchen was my kingdom. Lighting the stove on and placing the frying pan was a child's play for me. This play was paused as I had to give a wake up call to Hassan, My beloved Son."Hassan ... ... Hassan ... Its time to see the sun rise and shine dear".

"Just five more minutes!" This was the reply I was expecting. It was usual I have been hearing this phrase for past few years now.

Getting the table ready and a waited D-DAY. Yes, a battlefield to ask Hassan to have a glass of milk. Hell use to break down between us on the milk issue. Seeing Hassan in front of me making faces and drinking the milk forcefully, reminded me of another issue his haircut. Then like an commanding officer asked him "When are you going to get a Hair cut?". With a grim smile, He escaped!.