FOUR PATHS, ONE GOAL
Four girls from four different cities and all different from each other - an enthusiastic photographer,a budding artist,an aspiring cook and one who dreams to be a fashion icon,the girls are on their way to a camp.
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So today was the day I and my parents were leaving for Indore. So we were ready when my father's phone rang
"Hello," he answered.
"Yes, I am coming" he cut the call looking tense.
"What happened?" asked Mumma.
"There are 2 new patients with heatstroke who came this morning, the situation is serious. This Bangalore summer and global warming" answered papa. "I will be back by four" he answered before closing the door behind him.
All the excitement was gone. It has been one hour since papa left and then Mumma got a call from papa saying that he couldn't make it as the number of patients is increasing rapidly.
So there are only two of us who would go to Indore and then suddenly mom's phone rang.
She answered it but after ending the call she was in a state of bewilderment. The weird look on my mother's face made me scratch my head.
She told me that there is good news and as well bad news. She asked me to choose which one I wanna hear first.
"Okay, I choose the good one" I answered coldly as I was tired of hearing double bad news before.
"Okay, so I got my dream project for which I was working for two months" Mumma replied excitedly about the news. I started squealing and jumping in excitement, I almost forgot, almost being the keyword, that there was bad news also.
"Wait and what's the bad news?"
"We have to cancel the trip to Indore because the project starts the day after tomorrow" replied my mother sadly. There goes my plan to meet my cousins and have a midnight feast at Sarafa.
Don't misconstrue that I was not happy for Mumma, I was very happy for my mother but was feeling bad about myself as I have to now spend my whole holiday at home.
But my mother smiled as if she had read my mind. "But I have a plan B also"
"What??" I asked uninterested, my mind only on the famous Jaleba, I am transported to Sarafa bazaar, thinking that how can I eat jaleba which is crispy, oozing with sugar syrup and has a lovely flavour of green cardamom. Suddenly I hear a snap of fingers in front of my face. And I am back in our Bangalore apartment. " Did you hear me?" "No" I replied negatively.
"I was saying, you can go to your aunt's house in Mumbai she has been inviting you for years to stay and today's the day I grant you permission you can stay there until I return from the trip"
"Yeah, you are right. I didn't think of that. You are a genius mom"
"Well, what can I say, I every day wake up early ." she taunted me passing me a smirk and I rolled my eyes "Thanks for the compliment. Now, start your packing for around 20 days" mumma answered affectionately.
"Yup!! This bag contains all traditional dresses, I will pack my bag according to Mumbai" I answered while dragging the bag with me.
The plan was that I and my mother would leave the airport day after tomorrow for the flight to Mumbai and then after reaching Mumbai, my mother will leave for her trip.
So, the glorious day came I and Mumma got ready, bid bye to papa and left in the cab.
We reached the airport and the flight was delayed for 30 minutes. So we took a tour of Bangalore Airport. I was very happy as I was going to meet my aunt and twin cousins after a long time.
After the check-in process at the airport, we boarded the flight and started our journey to Mumbai. My mother would leave for her flight from Mumbai only after dropping me off.
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