He's Hot - I'm Not

Chapter 06

There’s nothing like waking up at seven o clock on a Saturday morning. Because Saturday, is my day off and the only day I get to live a proper life, my life.

Usually on weekdays or on Sundays I have to wake up at five in the morning, cook something for breakfast and dinner so that I don’t have to cook after I come home at god-knows-when, and be off to work. Don’t get me wrong, I actually love my work, I enjoy every bit of it. Not everyone gets this job. But still I’ve got my own life to live too, you know…

And for that, Saturday is the day.

As the alarm screamed on seven, I woke up and headed to the bathroom for the daily cleaning routine. Ever since I was a kid I used to brush my teeth and take a shower just after I wake up. The feeling of leaving the room clean and fresh in the morning is incomparable. I jumped into one of my baggy old t shirts and comfy shorts, which are ages and ages old, which make them extra comfortable. And on the way to the kitchen I picked up my laptop from the working desk. After setting the kettle to boil, I turned the laptop and Skype on and waited for my family to call. It was 8.20 pm in there and on every Saturday, which is Sunday for them, my mother waits until I come online at that time. And sometimes, if he feels like or in the mood, my brother joins the conversation.

My brother Dylan, who is two years elder to me, believes that he is old enough to live independent and alone*. So he lives in his own place away from my family and visits them eventually. Though my father is not the most pleased with the idea, I, for one agree with Dylan. I mean, if you are 25 and has job as an Executive in an Advertising agency, which provides you for more than your living, then what’s wrong with that? You can’t always live under parent’s wings forever…

Skype started ringing while I was pouring the steaming creamy tea in to my gigantic mug.

“Hi Ammi” I said just as I saw her face.

“Good Morning” she replied smiling.

“Sooooo… what’s new?” I asked while setting the rice to cook in the cooker.

“Nothing much really. Dylan came yesterday with a huge hamper he’s got from a client and Suvi has been occupied with it since then” said amma. 

“It’s my duty to help these two to finish this” jumped my little sister in to the screen showing a handful of biscuits. She thinks that she was born to eat. But no one would believe of course, since she is skinny as a stick.

“Ammi has cholesterol and Thaththi has diabetes, so someone has to help them with this big pile of awesomeness” she explained further, which made me laugh and turn back to the screen from the chopping board.

“But none of them has both, right?” I asked Suvini with a raised eyebrow, to which she made a face.

“So how’s your work going?” amma asked changing the subject.

I stopped mincing the carrots and thought about it before answering. My parents already worry so much about the fact that I live here alone and only having to contact them once a week. And I don’t want to give them more reasons.

“Work is going fine. In fact it’s good. I’ve got a date tomorrow.” I said it even without looking away from the now tempering minced veggies.

I just love fried rice! In fact I love rice in any form. What can I say I’m just born Sri Lankan. If you are a Sri Lankan and a Sinhalese, when you first start to feed on any substance other than milk, first thing you are fed is milk rice. Rich in creamy coconut milk and extra soft grains of rice together creates a heavenly taste.

Well, on every Saturday, I temper rice and cook some curry or salad and enjoy my life eating it.

“MINDY’S GOT A DATE!!!!!!” screamed my sister breaking me off the chain of thoughts. “I thought you were all out of civilization or something.” She further explained.