“Meera!”
There you go, my day has started again with badi ammi calling – more like, shouting my name. Replying with a haan ji, i got up and went to wash my face.
I got ready in navy blue and red sharara suit, wore my favourite copper coloured earrings. I look fine, I thought. With that i was ready for mandir (temple).
As i came back from mandir, i watched badi ammi cooking and walking around in house,
“Meera, chawal mei nazar maarde ek baar,” and with that i started to oversee rice to find any impurity and cleaned them.
Life is quite busy and full of works, but still not entertaining enough, with these thoughts i started humming ‘aise kyun’ until i received a text from a friend; Kritika.
Sun yar
Bol, behen?
Mandir jaa aayi tu?
Haan, subah subah hi, kyu?
Mujhe bhi jana tha, late ho gyi, chalegi mere sath?
Haan chal.
Theeke, come downstairs.
Aari hu.
She isn't worried about walking alone to mandir. She has something else on her mind, that sneaky bitch! I know her well. She is my good friend and chachi ki beti. We share everything – she shares everything with me. Walking down, i was ready to overwhelm her with questions but, before I could do that, i saw both badi and choti chachi with her. I smiled at them and gave a look to her. After greeting her younger sister i walked a few steps ahead of them.
She ran a little and matched my pace giving me an apologetic and most pleasing look, she could muster.
“What is it?” that's all I asked and received an extended explanation about why she called me here. It wasn't the most exciting thing to hear.
She has a date and wants me to go with her, so chachi doesn't question her. The idea of third wheeling isn't most appealing.
But oh, that wasn't the only bad thing.
‘I am coming in 5 minutes,’ Vivek, her boyfriend said.
he did come but,
after an hour.
That's what we call a day.
