Behind the Wheel

Daanish Bin Nabi Sunday, January 15, 2017, we had planned to visit some relatives at our hometown Sopore. The previous night, we had scheduled to leave at 10 am. As usual, the women folk of our household did not meet the deadline, and we left at 11 am. I was fuming with anger, because I believe we must respect and value time. From 10 to 11 am, I had already scolded my niece Adiva twice for getting late. When her Mom came, I conveyed my anger to her. You can win an argument with an illiterate, but never with a woman. I gave up. But all this was routine family chatter. As soon as I started the car, the atmosphere changed and everyone started chatter. Adiva was still not talking. She never expected such angry words from me. I love her as my own daughter. She knows she means the world to me. As soon as we crossed the bypass road, I started teasing her, making funny faces and noises. I was trying to cheer her, so that she would not remember I had got angr...