The promise

The promise

My child pavitra was just 3 years old.
Once I promised to take the child to Museum..I came a bit late at about 7 P.m. I thought I should never break the promises lest the child’s mind will be hurt and that’s the beginning of my child not keeping promises when she grow up…So I said..yes we are going.. The clouds were dark and low …a sign of showers soon. I have to reach zoo before the rain falls..It was tense..I started my scooter..and my father in his usual sonorous voice..Where are you upto with the child..what if it downpours..and by the time he completed I was already half the way.. As men are wise and unlike me who did not want to give this importance to promises, the crowd was thin and almost nil.. The ice cream parlour inside the zoo, the main attraction of my child and also Padmaja, is readying to down the shutters… The rain started..Not simply rain the downpour..In between with lightnings. My mind was tense..Should I have stayed back hearing to my elders’ or was it proper to drop promises if conditions are unfavourable and above all how to go back in the rain…and the stories of lightning hitting people and for all these I will be blamed.. But somewhere my strong voice confirms that I was right..Finally the rain subsides a little and I tried to cover the child’s head with a kerchief and we reach back home..it looked as the hen drenched in rains..My father’s scolding looks and a few hurting words..Isn’t that enough for keeping promises to my dear child..