Maya and me- Part 2

Written By

Vedika Srivastava

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Previously, we saw that there were some real complications arising in the writer’s daily life because she could draw real life parallels between her favorite daily soap and her life. Being cheated on is not the best of realizations to have and she is still trying to navigate her life around it. Let’s find out what happened next.

Regular routine completed the rest of the day as the time for the next episode of my daily soap approached. I received a call from my husband informing me that his client dinner was delaying him further and that I should have my dinner and sleep as he had the door keys with him. I acknowledged and hung up as I was more interested in living with Maya’s plight today.

“Stop it, Maya! Do not think and worry so much.” Sanjay was trying miserably to cool her down.

“No, I have had enough; I should find out the truth myself now. He says he is dining with clients tonight and shall be late so I should hit the bed and not worry about him as he has the door keys. But, on the contrary, I should be worried and check out whether he is speaking truth or cooking stories, fooling me and spending time or rather sleeping with that b****.” Maya’s anger could be sensed in her voice and on her face as a frown adorned her forehead.

Sanjay tried but could not stop her as she took the car keys and went down to uncover the truth.

That moment, my daughter came to me rubbing her eyes as she was sleepy, urging me to take her to bed. I requested her to wait for some time as I was relating to Maya now but in vain. With complete displeasure, I switched off my television, hoping to catch the repeat telecast of the episode tomorrow afternoon. I put her in bed. She stated that her teacher told her today that as children learn a lot from their parents, similarly, parents can also learn a lot from their children. But she could hardly complete her sentence than a dreamy sleep gripped her and there she laid in front of me with a smile on her lips and no worries on her forehead. I recalled her statement and thought about the lessons children could teach their parents.

I got a few answers. Children live in the same world as we do, same bad world, but happiness shields them while sorrows creep through our lives. Why was that? The reason seemed simple enough.

They trust and they forgive easily. Today afternoon, when for the first time, may be in my Maya mood, I could not handle my daughter’s pranks any longer, I beat her. She cried for some time but in the next moment came to me again and hugged me. Life is so simple for her, no grudges, and no ill feelings.

I took some lessons and gave up my mind to follow Maya’s footsteps to drive and check where my husband was dining. I, then, made myself comfortable in my blanket. I was deep into sleep when I sensed some footsteps in the bedroom. My husband had just entered and had tried his best not to disturb me. But I got up and asked if he was looking out for something. He said no and put me to rest.

Next morning, while leaving for office, he inquired about his shirt, the one I had hid in the closet. He asked me if I had put it in the washing machine yet. I asked the reason. He answered, “Please check it. It has a lipstick mark. That morning, Hridaanshi had applied your lipstick and when saying bye to me she had hugged me and got in my arms. That mark remained in my shirt. My colleagues at work teased me throughout the day.” My next words were, “And that perfume?” He replied, “Oh, yes! She sprayed me with her baby perfume for fun. Please, wash it well.” He smiled and left. A tear rolled my cheeks.

Soon, I heard the neighbor’s television so I rushed in to switch on mine.

“Stop, Maya!” Sanjay ran behind her but in vain. The car sped fast to the hotel Maya’s husband had mentioned he was dining in. In no time, Maya was there. She got down from the car and made her way to the restaurant. Her heart pounding fast and her steps slowing down as she put her fingers crossed wishing she should find him there. She went inside the restaurant and looked all over. There, in the corner of the restaurant, lay a table for four. Seemed some business discussion was going on. Three of the men’s faces were visible to her. None of them was her husband. The fourth one with the back towards her was speaking in a voice which seemed familiar to her. She moved closer to the table and tapped on his shoulders. The person turned towards her and to her happiness, it was none other than her husband.

The episode ended for the day as I smiled for both Maya and myself.




Vedika is an IT professional. A working mother, who feels that writing is a great stress buster and hence pens down her thoughts whenever she finds time to do so. Life is the best teacher and teaches great lessons, so her words are generally the reflection of her own experiences. Music and gardening are the other two pleasures she rates on par with writing and indulges in them as much as possible. Being a woman has always given her pride and satisfaction, and even more so now that she is part of the 'SiyaWoman' family.

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