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• Simran's POV •
"Arre koi light bhi laga yega ya vho bhi ham hi lagaye"
(translation: Hey, will someone get the lights installed or will I install that too?)
I was abruptly woken up from my short nap by my mother ranting at my father again. I rubbed my eyes with my fist to get a clear vision and walked towards the bathroom. Taking a refreshing shower I dressed in a simple kurti and walked towards the kitchen for my evening tea. Tea was my love. I couldn't function properly with tea in my system after waking up.
"arre tumhi toh utt jao re, papa ko toh tumhare yaad rhta nhi hai, khud ki mithai ki dukan hone ka kya hi fayda. At least lene dene wala soan-papdi hi na laa do. Per Nah! laad Sabah ho phone per tick tick karne se fursat hi kaha hai. Ham na iss ghar meh pagla jayenge"
(translation: at least you get up, your Papa doesn't remember anything, what is the use of even owning a sweet shop. At least bring some soan-papdi . But No! Laad Sabah is not getting relief from ticking the phone tick by tick. I am going to go mad in this house.)
The moment I stepped inside the kitchen I heard mummy going on and on about how irresponsible the rest of the family members were. She started from yelling at Papa to scolding and taunting Aryan. Uff
"bas mummy, itna hyper mat ho aap. Ham jakar le aate hai mithai aur baaki ka sara saman aap bas list de dijiye", I tried pacifying her. She looked pissed at first but her anger melted once she saw me. Her eyes softened and she passed me my evening tea cup.
(translation: Mummy, don't be so hyper. I will go and get the sweets and all the other items, just give me the list.)
"Ek tum hi toh ho yaha, warna kisiko koi fikar hai bhala. Ek vho behen hai tumhari jiska pura dhyan kaan meh thhepi lagakar sangeet sunne meh hai. Hey Ram! Kya hoga mera iss ghar meh", she massaged her head and sat on the stool placed beside the aate ka dabba.
(translation: It's you who is here, who else cares about me? See your sister who's full attention is in listening to the music . Hey Ram! What will happen to me in this house?)
I consoled her for some time and passed her a glass of water. Festive season for always hectic and my mother hated the slagging nature the most. She wanted everything up to the mark. Each and every corner should be cleaned to the utmost perfection. Not even a tiny particle of dust should be visible. I shook my head and took the list from above the fridge and walked out of the door towards the market.
On the way, my phone rang and a smile adorned my lips. Sumedha
"kaisi ho? Thik se pahuch gyi?", she questioned from the other side. "Ha thik se pahuch gye", I replied back
