We - the colorful people
Sometimes I wonder, how come such weirdly different people like us are a family.
Again, not in a questioning way, just that plain ‘we’ amuse me way.
When we go for an outing, each has a different thing on their mind. Aai is constantly worried about if such and such wait will annoy baba (dad). Baba is worried over, oh so I have eaten chicken today, shall I go to the temple ? (He isn’t the most practicing religious person around, but then for Aai may be he thought so as she is a vegetarian and sometimes you practice it or not, such questions do arise). Bro is super pissed with me, as I forgot my cell phone at home (in my defense, had kept it for charging in the kitchen and between the rafa-djoker coin toss I lost track). My mind is still in the match. I desperately want to be in front of the tv asap.
Anywho, we somehow scramble out of the temple, after much debate, yes publicly about how no one cares if you ate chicken (man, are we rude!!). The darshan happens quite peacefully. Once out, baba says we are going to do some saree shopping. An almost visible thought cloud hanging over my brain (which if read or spoken aloud) reads like this – WTH!! Meanwhile, aai who knows, a part of me is stuck at home dilly-dallies. I say in a stern tone, you decide what to do, don't put the decision on me. So 'all' oblige and walk towards the Saree shop (apparently its a shop whose 'AD' baba has seen on TV. Well, that's cute :))
And lost between the variety of cotton thats heaped onto us, we are a family again. We buy the gift. Baba makes aai buy one. Brother thinks I should buy one too. Heck I want to buy one too. Cottons are just amazing! I get rid of such thoughts immediately, as I won't be doing any *wishful* shopping till the year end (Yes, its a kind of a challenge). Bhel puri happens. Yes, like childhood days. Albeit we are the parents and are telling the bhel puri wala bhaiyya, to not make it too spicy. Wine and dine happens too. Like grown ups.
We come home. Djoker has sung. Peace has been made. Sleep is sweeter that night.
~nightflier
Again, not in a questioning way, just that plain ‘we’ amuse me way.
When we go for an outing, each has a different thing on their mind. Aai is constantly worried about if such and such wait will annoy baba (dad). Baba is worried over, oh so I have eaten chicken today, shall I go to the temple ? (He isn’t the most practicing religious person around, but then for Aai may be he thought so as she is a vegetarian and sometimes you practice it or not, such questions do arise). Bro is super pissed with me, as I forgot my cell phone at home (in my defense, had kept it for charging in the kitchen and between the rafa-djoker coin toss I lost track). My mind is still in the match. I desperately want to be in front of the tv asap.
Anywho, we somehow scramble out of the temple, after much debate, yes publicly about how no one cares if you ate chicken (man, are we rude!!). The darshan happens quite peacefully. Once out, baba says we are going to do some saree shopping. An almost visible thought cloud hanging over my brain (which if read or spoken aloud) reads like this – WTH!! Meanwhile, aai who knows, a part of me is stuck at home dilly-dallies. I say in a stern tone, you decide what to do, don't put the decision on me. So 'all' oblige and walk towards the Saree shop (apparently its a shop whose 'AD' baba has seen on TV. Well, that's cute :))
And lost between the variety of cotton thats heaped onto us, we are a family again. We buy the gift. Baba makes aai buy one. Brother thinks I should buy one too. Heck I want to buy one too. Cottons are just amazing! I get rid of such thoughts immediately, as I won't be doing any *wishful* shopping till the year end (Yes, its a kind of a challenge). Bhel puri happens. Yes, like childhood days. Albeit we are the parents and are telling the bhel puri wala bhaiyya, to not make it too spicy. Wine and dine happens too. Like grown ups.
We come home. Djoker has sung. Peace has been made. Sleep is sweeter that night.
~nightflier