I, Sharmi, Diamond- Ep4
Sharmi Loneliness began to set in as I grew accustomed to the car and AC. I didn't understand why I would open the window and just stare blankly. My father was drifting further and further away from me. I no longer saw him coming home early at night to drive me around on his TVS 50. My mother was also busy. Their nightly kisses, smelling of the day and heavy with sleep, were the only constant. Being left with the nanny and the driver felt cruel. Every day I saw my father's picture in the newspaper, among the TV listings. It was a picture of him with a tightly knotted tie and his hands folded in prayer. Seeing him in that photo always made me laugh. At that age, I felt a small pride in telling my school friends that the man in those advertisements was my father. It had been a long time since I'd had my mother's gongura chutney and chicken curry. She didn't cook anymore. Every morning, she went to the gym. She looked younger than before. Driver Sundaram always had thi...