problems in MY society

Chapter 14

Nalini's P.O.V

I yawn tiredly as I stir the silver pot of dhal and then rush over to my chopping board and continue chopping some tomatoes and onions.

Ahhh! My eyes are burning, as well as my eyes spewing out a lot of tears. Then, I walk over as I pour some other ingredients into the pot of boiling dhal as well the tomatoes, onions and some spices.

The aroma begins to spread around making me open the kitchen window letting some of it out, and turn on the ventilation fan.

Mmm...smells good so far! I hope it tastes good enough for Rohan..

I stretch my arms in fatigue, I woke up at six o'clock today, as per usual. Ever since I was very young I woke up at 6am or even 5:30am when in England.

My mother would always say 'A good Indian girl will always wake up early.' So I followed her rule. Unlike my brother, Jason, he could wake up practically anytime he wanted. Ugh.

I look at the mostly empty cupboards, I could only find the necessary ingredients for the Sambar I'm making right now in the boxes that were delivered here an hour ago from my family.

I'm so relieved though, I barely had any clothes in the wardrobe yesterday and I was worried that there wouldn't be enough of my stuff in this house for a few days.

But thankfully they delivered some of my stuff in boxes earlier this morning, and my family are delivering more boxes later in the day.

I don't know about Rohan though, there is a lot of his stuff here already so maybe it's just my stuff that needs to be brought here?

I think he's still asleep? I don't know, I did hear the bedroom door open 15 minutes ago. So probably him.

I continue to cook the sambar for a half an hour before taking it off the stove and pouring it into a hotbox container for lunch later along with some idly.

But for now I need to make some tea for myself and him. Wait, does he like strong or light tea? Didn't my mum say my husband will tell me?

Should I wait until he wakes up? I don't want to waste any excess tea by making it just my way to find out that he doesn't like strong tea like me.

Yeah, I think I'll just wait. I look through the cupboards for any biscuits that I could dunk in the tea, I always do this with my tea and I absolutely love doing it as it tastes delicious!

Ah, there! I find a small pack of biscuits and take it out placing it on the dining table. Then I sit down on one of the dining table chairs try to move some frizzy hair out of my face and try to tuck it into my braid.

After a few minutes and some stomach rumbles from me, I hear a large yawn and some footsteps approaching the kitchen. I glance up slightly cranky from not drinking any tea yet.

"Goodness, when did you wake up?"

"Six o clock."

"Wow, what was that for? That's unnecessary we don't have to go to our jobs you know?"

"I know, it's just I've been taught that way okay?"

He nods and looks around the kitchen seeing some of the empty cupboards and lack of utensils.

"Some boxes of my stuff will be delivered later today so it will be filled up don't worry and I can go out shopping later this week."

"Okay, that's good, I'll come with you since I have literally nothing to do."

I roll my eyes and then get up taking the necessary things to begin making tea.

"You like strong or light tea?"