Shades Of Thirteen

The Present

Naina's POV :

" Oohh yes yes yes, no no, a lil right, little left, yes yes your fingers are at the exact spot, yes yes do it, slowly baba, yes yes do it, do it... ooohh finally it's done, what a relief dude, it was itching so bad and more worst is all the time I have to ask for help from someone else as my own fingers can't reach to my back shoulder. But I must say this is an ultimate satisfaction Aaira. Love u my kitten. "

Close the door before u leave, as you know this is me-time.
Me-Time = holding a peg of scotch with Jagjit Singh (Ghazal Maestro) and the wind-chimes that add-on more soothe in the situation with the breeze that probably available at 24th and above floor bedroom windows... Some nights of the week, I love to spend time with me and tonight's was the one when I was just about to start it and then that venom itching bite my back shoulder and I have to beg you to help me. I guess it happens with every individual sometimes but my question is do they call someone else too or they've some alternative options ? Anyways don't want to discuss this topic as my time has already started and before 10 pm I need to complete me-time.

After a long tiring day where I work for 9 hours in a cabin, travel for 3 hours a day in Mumbai locals (luckily sitting in an AC one) I wait for this time after the entire day, when no one will judge me, no one will question me, no one will bother me, no one will stop me (well it depends on my loveable mother's mood).

At this age nearing forty I have started thinking about life and time, more maturely like I would ever earlier. Once there was a time when partying with friends, hanging out, late night movies and dancing on the street at mid night just because it was raining, slowly getting stopped or I am into more love with my own company, people call it loneliness or I am alone, but I call it solitude.

Hi I am Naina, tall, smart, graceful, strong, responsible, over thinker, insomniac, single mother stepping to 39 tonight at 12'O clock. Like every year I don't have any such birthday party plans or any expectations of any surprises. These days my daughter Aaira, (I call her kitten), she's the only one who plans something for me and tries to make my day special from every possible possibilities for a 18 year old girl. Rest all wishes are half truth and half fake ones. Few people on this planet who still admire or may be love me, their wishes are the real ones rest all are the fake ones.

Today at this phase of life when I recall my past I feel blessed seeing that I am cutting cakes (6/7) every year but in my childhood, I used to wait for one cake that too if possible for my mom to buy it. No no, my mother is not a single parent, but I was loved by a single parent and that's my mom only. In my childhood just because I was a girl, I was not the princess or the favourite one of my Dad, but Preet (my one & only elder sister, I call her D'Bhai) was.

What we think we believe, what we believe we create and what we create we get -

"ASK-TRUST-GET" I wish if I could get these three magical words in my childhood (as per book - The Secret) I would always ask a Barbie life. Anyways I am happy with whatever I have in my life except this door bell at this hour when I am busy with myself. Let me see who's this super unlucky fellow who is yet to get a good number of irritating look and expressions with one or more cherry on the top, words from me in his/her dinner for disturbing me! If it's God then also I will ask him to come after two hours. Why electricity doesn't go in this city so that lift and doorbell both doesn't work, why my doorbell is still working! why today I didn't switch that off or why that unlucky fellow has to come at this time, Nonsense...

Aaira can you please open the got damn door for me? Aaira..... No reply, why?! Where are mom & Aaira gone at this time?!, may be night walk or for veggies or may be for groceries or may be for what and where I don't know. But the bell rang again for thrice back to back, coming coming you nonsense (whoever you're) I need to switch off my ghazal, keep my glass aside and need to come to open the door, so wait a bit, I am coming.

I opened the door and can't believe this fuck was happening outside, OMG!!! ...

~to be continued~

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