I feel naked without kohl rimming my eyes. Amma’s dementia is getting worse; I’ve forgotten myself.
The vegetable vendor asks, “You okay, didi? Were you crying?”
I smile. No one asks how I am nowadays.
I don’t stop to buy a kohl pencil on my way back.
As usual, great micro, Hema! I like how you flipped her perspective.
I like how the khol pencil was so important to the narrator to find a bit of the carefreeness she’d lost. I presume the vendor just asking that simple question was the boost she needed to see that she was still seen.
I understand this one and I smiled when I read the line ‘I have forgotten myself.’
Hope all is well with you. Birthday time for your little one around now I think. Enjoy š
Sue! Thank you so much. Iām amazed you remembered my sonās birthday! He turned one on 5th November:)
Love the feeling of being “seen” on hard days, and getting validation from a simple, short interaction.