"Niniiiiiiiii!"
"Huh?" I wake up with a jerk, to only find my brother standing by my bed.
"Chinu" I groan loudly and slump even more into my blanket "let me sleep!"
To scream my name at the top of his voice, is the standard and the most horrendous way of my brother to wake me up.
"No, you can't!" He pulls off the blanket "mumma is calling you"
"Five minutes" I mumble with my eyes closed, planning to sleep off the moment he leaves the room.
"No, Get up!" He demands pulling me out of the bed.
Trust my brother to be awake early in the morning and annoy the hell out of me.
"Fine!" I say in an agitated tone and sit upright "I'll come down, but let me at least brush my teeth first!"
"Okay" he says in a firm tone, but makes no move to leave my room. Instead, he crosses his arms and taps his right foot impatiently.
He so doesn't trust me.
"Chinu, you can leave" I say annoyingly.
"You will sleep off"
The sad part of my story is, my brother knows me too well. I let out a frustrated sigh and with heavy steps go into the washroom.
When I come back, I see Chinu waiting for me by the door frame.
"Mummy ka chamcha!" (Mumma's minion) I mutter under my breath as we climb down the stairs.
"Mumma! Nini is calling me your chamcha" he cries, running into the kitchen.
"Mirnali!" Mom exclaims giving me a stern look.
"What's wrong in that?" I ask as I serve myself a bowl of cereals.
Chinu is like any other boy on this planet, mumma's little boy and a pain in his sister's ass.
"She even stole my comic books yesterday.." he further complains.
Every morning my house has a climate of hysteria. Just like this time. As always, dad is fiercely typing down something on his laptop. I'm sure it's his today's presentation in office. While mom is busy cooking lunch. And Chinu and I are as always busy accusing each other.
"You ruined my favourite top!" I retort "he spray painted it with a bright neon green! Can you believe it?" I add to mom.
Every time Chinmay Thakur does some mischief, I take away his belongings. This is my taste of revenge. I have lost count of my belongings he has ruined miserably. But on the same hand, I have also lost count of his comics that I have taken away. So the ratio is almost balanced.
"Kids, I don't have time for this.." Mom packs a tiffin and hand it over to dad "I'm running late for my clinic"
"And Mirnali, you will have to pick Lara up from the airport" she stuffs her files into her bag "your dad and I won't be able to make it."
"Don't forget to buy a garland!" Dad chimes in cheerfully. Shutting down his laptop, he attacks his bowl of cereals and juice.
YOU ARE READING
A Beautiful Mess
Literatura FemininaMrinali Thakur is known for creating mess. Her every single wild audacious idea has lead her into big troubles. All she wants of her life is to remain spiced up, but for Rehaan, her introvert and simpleton neighbor, her every wild plan is next to a...
