Chapter 3 - The Night She Felt Like a Failed Mother
8:12 PM.
Her shoulders felt heavy.
The same presentation.
The same corrections.
The same “just one more change.”
She closed her eyes for a second. Then opened them again. Laptop screen still waiting.
Her phone buzzed. tring tring...........
She glanced quickly. Kabir Calling…
Her heart skipped. She picked up instantly.
“Haan beta…”
“Mumma… aap kab aaoge?”
His voice was softer than usual. Neha looked at her screen again. “Bas beta… thoda kaam hai… 30 minutes.”
A small pause.
“Main wait kar raha hoon…”
Neha swallowed. “Dinner kar liya?”
“Dadi ne bola tha pr mei aapke saath karunga…”
She closed her eyes again. Just for a moment. “Achha… main jaldi aati hoon.”
“Pakka?”
“Pakka.”
Call ended. She stared at the laptop. The words on the screen blurred slightly.
“Just finish this…” She told herself. “Bas yeh last…”
9:07 PM.
She finally shut the laptop. Packed her bag quickly. Walked fast. Almost running. The road outside was quieter. Street lights. A few vehicles. Cold air hitting her face. But her mind was not there. It was at home.
She unlocked the door. The house was dim. TV volume low. Kabir was lying on the sofa. Still in his school clothes. His shoes placed neatly near the table. As if he had tried to stay ready for her.
“Mumma aa gaye…” His voice was sleepy.
Neha dropped her bag instantly. “Sorry beta… late ho gaya…”
Kabir sat up slowly. “Aapne bola tha 30 minutes…”
Neha didn’t respond immediately. She just nodded. “Haan… sorry…”
Kabir didn’t complain. He never really did.
“Chalo dinner karte hain?”
He nodded again.
At the dining table, he ate quietly. Usually, he talked a lot About school, About friends, About random things.
Today— Just silence.
“Mumma…”
“Haan?”
“Aap roz late aaoge?”
The question was simple. But something about it… felt heavier.
Neha forced a smile. “Nahi beta… kabhi kabhi…”
Kabir nodded. But didn’t look convinced. After dinner, he went to change.
Neha stood at the sink. Water running. Hands moving. Mind… somewhere else.
She walked into the room. Kabir was already lying down. Blanket pulled halfway. Eyes half closed.
“Mumma…”
“Haan beta…”
“Aap kal jaldi aaoge?”
She sat beside him. “Haan.”
“Pakka?”
This time, her voice slowed. “Pakka.” Kabir held her hand Lightly And within seconds— He slept.
Neha didn’t move. She just sat there. His small hand still in hers.
Room quiet. Fan spinning slowly above.
Her eyes filled. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just quietly.
She looked at him. That same child…
Who waited.
Who didn’t complain.
Who adjusted.
More than he should.
A thought came. Soft… but sharp.
👉 “Kya main enough hoon?”
She didn’t answer it. She couldn’t. Because being strong all day… doesn’t mean you don’t break at night. She gently removed her hand. Stood up slowly. Switched off the light And walked out.
But that question… stayed with her.
Sometimes… It’s not the world that makes you feel weak. It’s the moments where you feel— You couldn’t be everything your child needed.
And that night… Neha didn’t feel strong. She just felt… human.
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