Amsterdam To Ambala. ✈ ✔

Chapter IV

Chapter 4 - The Punjabi Pranskter

Playlist - Drama Queen

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A bright Sunday morning, Aman woke up almost at afternoon. It was his third day in the village. The first two days got wasted due to his illness but he wasn't complaining at all. He wasn't even interested in getting along with the people or discovering the place. He was happy being confined to his room and living in his own bubble. Infact, he considered his sickness a blessing in disguise for himself as nobody disturbed or force-fed him anymore. Slipping into his plastic flip flops and covering a yawn, he stumbled towards the washroom and washed his face with cold water to open his eyes. Whenever he slept for a long time, his eyes swelled and same was the case today. He had been sleeping for straight twelve hours. He brushed his teeth and came out rubbing his hair. Just as he was about to go out of the room, Tisha bumped into him with a tray of his breakfast causing everything to spill and fall down.

"Haye Rabba! Ye kya kar diya, Aman jee?" [Oh my God, what did you do Aman?] She exclaimed placing her hand on her forehead in a dramatic way.

Aman was startled, his laziness and indolence now long gone.

"Oh My God, I am so sorry. I wasn't looking." He spoke worriedly as he looked at the spilled contents on the floor. Tisha got an idea seeing him so tensed at just a small spill. She filled her eyes with fake tears and looked at him with a sympathy worthy face. He was already so worked up seeing the mess and her expressions made it worse.

"I am terribly sorry. I will clean it myself. Don't worry. I will clean it. Okay? See." He began consoling her. He quickly ran to the washroom and grabbed the tissue box. He bent down in front of her on the floor where she was busy in wiping away her crocodile tears with the corner of her dupatta. Aman began cleaning the milk spill as Tisha watched him. She watched him for sometime but she couldn't control herself for long. She burst into laughter seeing him like that, making Aman look at her weirdly.

"You're damn innocent. Aren't you?" She pulled his cheeks as if he was a little kid, making his eyes widen. He kept staring at her bubbly figure as she walked away laughing and winking at him.

Wow! What just happened? Aman thought to himself. He grabbed his cellphone and plopped down on the bed again. That was the only job he had nowadays and honestly, it was getting boring now. Just as he was about to leave the room, his dad came up to check on him.

"Kedi maa nal gallan karda rehnda ae pura din?" [Who do you keep talking to on this cell phone the whole day?] His dad yelled at him, startling him and making his phone fall on his face.

"What?" He looked at him confused.

"Ik tey tu khota hi rahin. Samajh hi nae andi kise gal di." [You are an ass, you don't even understand the language.] He taunted.

"Ab mera mazak tho na udhao, Dad." He dead panned. "Nahi atha tho nahi atha." [Don't make fun of me now, Dad. I don't understand. It's not my fault.]

"Acha acha! You seem alright now. Why don't you join me in the hall?" He asked.

"Because I don't want to sit with you and your creepy friends with those big moustaches and weird skirts." Aman cringed, earning a blow on his head from his father.