He Felt Like A Storm ||Wattys2018 ||Wattys2019

Bonus Chapter 2

Anusha's POV

“Suru, not yellow, blue glitter baby. The outline is blue, right?”
I said to my now 7 years old daughter. She nodded.

“Here”
Ahansh, my son handed her the glitter tube

Tying my loose bun once again with a pencil, I eyed the work we had been doing since morning, it was nearly 6 in the evening and their father would be home soon.

“Mum, see the ribbon curls I’ve made”
Ahansh asked

Looking at it my eyes widened and a smile broke its way on my face,
“Awe my baby, these are really beautiful.”
I cooed and leaving everything walked upto him.

I stood in front of the banner my kids had made, it was beautiful and cute in its own way, the colourful alphabets highlighting the event and a single sober blue colour emphasizing the reason for the celebration.

Ahansh being the only man in the house presently, took the initiative and insisted to hang the banner on the wall by himself—with the little height he could manage.

The curls he had made were dangling from the corner end of the banner in different colours.

“You did a nice job.”
I complemented and pulled him down to my level from where he was standing on a stool and kissed his cheek.

He grinned wiping my gloss off his cheek.

He always does that.

I laughed wiping it off along with him using my thumbs.

“Suru, look?”
he asked excitedly.

My cheeky boy!

“I know”
she said without even looking at it, she was so engrossed in making an A3 size greeting card for her father.

Ahansh pouted. I blinked looking at him.

“Come lets help your sister.”
He nodded with a small smile

“I don’t want it.”
She whined

We sat in front of Sridha, looking at her work,

“Are you sure, its almost 5:45, Dad will be home soon?”
I asked knowing my answer

“Yes.”
She said trying to peek inside the living room as we were settled in the balcony doing all the preparations.

Her eyes widened when she noticed what I said is true, without replying she scrunched her nose cutely,

“Outline the house black and no smudging my master piece.”
She warned her brother

He denied folding his hands in front of him.

I smiled looking at their cute exchange.

“Hurry up!”
she whined

“Say the magical words.”
He said grumpily looking anywhere but her

She made a click sound but gave in eventually,
“I need your help my dear brother. Please.”

He narrowed his eyes at her

“For Dad?”
she said cheekily

“For Dad!”
he replied huffing and took the marker from her

I couldn’t but grin and concentrated back on wrapping my gift.

Colours.

Colours are what I have been seeing since life took this beautiful turn, I’ve known there was a rainbow with seven colours but never knew I will have a rainbow of my own. My colour palate keeps on filling.