With those 'Chetna Gupta' thought on my mind, I started doing rest of my entertainment work in a short rest time period allotted to me. As I was an IIT aspirant and thus was not allowed to chill for much time. I gave the proof of my presence to my so called "separated-joint family" members.
Yes! I do have a joint family, which is joint just for name sake, as the people of the family are way too disjoint by affection. Because of the consequences of which, sometimes the rate of property is more important than the blood relation from birth.
But, as said, "all the fingers of one's hand cannot be of the same size", therefore all the family members cannot be of same nature and type. Even though, somehow they adjust to bind themselves together as a hand and stay together.
My family consists of, "Everytime blindly in support-grandparents", "Everytime complaining-parents", "Self-centred-aunt and uncle", "real enemy-elder real brother", "beauty queen-elder cousin sister", "innocent-younger cousin brother" and me.
And last but not the least, a non-permanent dog that keeps on changing on the lap of every six-eight months, because Mataji don't like dogs, and Pitaji have a fond of them. So, whenever she kicks out one, he brings a new one.
Despite of all the personal family disputes that fuses in family from time-to-time, creating a melodramatic situation in home and adding an unwanted spicy tension in everyone's life. I had a deep and dark affection towards my sister 'Samiksha', which unwantedly faded as the time passes by, because of some instances that took place in the medieval years.
Though Everytime I made loads of effort to get close to my brother too, but none of them worked out properly. And we never had a good bonding apart from a brotherly relation from birth. That made me to seek a helper in sister rather than him.
Elders call her 'nikky' at home and I call her 'didi' everywhere. Ommiting the pessimistic scenes of home, we used to share each other our secrets, our problems and help each other as good friends.
With my excitement being clearly portrayable on my 'full of expression' face and feelings being on the verge of 'catastrophic brink', I headed towards the staircase making my way upto the first floor of my home to sisters room, in a semi running cum walking speed.
I started climbing over 2-3 stairs at a time to reach my destination as soon as possible.
Screaming "Didi, didi, didi, where are you??" Over the stairs with the gradually increasing bass of my voice coordinating with my each step closer to her room, and yelling towards my grandparents, "I'll be back in 15 minutes" simultaneously.
Tumbling here and there, I finally found myself in her room after a short snap of time. After screaming her designation a lot like hell and bringing the cough out of my throat, I was unable to find her at home that made me unwillingly to go to my aunt and ask her about Didi's latitudnal and longitudinal location.
Unwillingly, not because I don't like her or I hate her, but because no one can predict her swinging mood that when she is happy or when her mood is flipped, as physically she is a part of our home and my family. But, mentally she's connected to her mother's place. To be more precise, busy on phone calls because of the cheap call rates.
"Don't you know its her coaching time?" , she replied arrogantly after being asked by me for didi's location. As of I have asked something very much wrong.
Even if I don't care for the arrogance shown by her unnecessarily, for which seriously I didn't paid attention too. But that phrase was merely successful in bursting my ear drums, turning the curve of my lips upside down and dropping the excitement level from a massive ton to a duck in blinking motion of eyes as I have to control my excitement level for more time. With a single word okay that was too eager to jump out of my mouth I took a few step back and left from there.
