The Great Indian Teenage Romance #YourStoryIndia

CHAPTER-17- THE UNBEARABLE LIKENESS OF BEING

"No." My dad said finally.

There you go. It's the same story again. I don't know how long I have to bear to be restricted to everything.

"You know I am not even going to ask why. Because I am damn tired of this. This is such a regular story. I ask for something and you say no. It's like I don't even have control over my own life." I said angrily. I have spoken to my father like this in my entire life. But today I felt like it was necessary.

"You don't. We do." My father said. Sternly. "You still live in my house, under my rules. You eat the food that I pay for. You wear the clothes that come out of my paycheck and you study because I pay for your damn education. You understand that. The day you pay for yourself will be the day you have control over your own life."

I huffed. Then I exited the room. That's the hardest thing about being a girl. You don't have control over your own life. It's like everything is decided for you. What you learn, where you learn, whom you should marry. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.

Life is like that. And you know what I am fucking tired of it.

Later that afternoon

I didn't eat. I was upset and I took a nap. I woke up and I have no idea what year I am in. Then I heard a knock at my door.

"Go away." I screamed.

"It's Ma. Open up . I wanna talk." I huffed and then I grogily went up and opened the door. Mom had a tray of food in her hand. With the same smile which said- psst kid want some food?

Mothers. What would we do without them? I could smell the chicken soup. It was very tempting. I took the tray out of her hands and I went to my bed and sat down. Mom followed me in and she sat down too.

I started to very noisily slurp my soup. My mom gave me the look. Table manners. Yeah right I'm in my bed. But I can't exactly not follow what my mom has taught me and that includes how I eat. I don't have one graceful bone in my body but still I have to follow a decorum.

"Why do you want to go to see her?" My mom said finally. I looked at her a moment.

"It's been 3 years. I want to because all she gets is phone calls once a month. I get to live with you." I said defensively.

I was lying. To be honest that was not why I wanted to see her.

"She herself wanted nothing to do with us. I can't argue with that." Mom said.

"That's what you think. Wouldn't she like to see me at least. She doesn't hate me." I said.

"Do you really wanna see her that bad?" My mom said finally.

Yes. Yes. Yes. I am finally going to go to Dehradun. They are actually caving. Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Yes mom." I said not sounding too eager.

"Keep yourself safe. That's all I wanna say." She said patting my hand.

"Oh my god. Thank you mom! I love you." I said hugging her. She hugged me back.

And I am going to Dehradun.

But this is the only chance I am going to get to abuse. So I need to use it wisely. This is like the first time I am going to get to be on my own. And well this may also be the only time.