Quarantine Love

Part (3)

"How can you be so irresponsible Manik " he shouldn't have told his mother, now he is regretting telling her. " I am not hearing the end of this right ?" Manik asked questioningly but he already knew the answer.

"No" came a reply his mother was no less "fine maa tell me what should I do ? Bang my head ?" He replied sarcastically but regretted soon enough as no response came , damn him , in this whole universe no mother can take the sarcasm specially used by their children he knew it well but everytime his big mouth will do blunders which he had to repent.

" No no why should you Bang your head do one thing came pune and hit my head with your bat ...afterall I have to bear the consequences of giving birth to such a careless son" that's a so Indian mother thing on one hand they can't take sarcasm but they are pro in using it against their own children manik literally felt the need to bang his head at this point of time , here he was sharing what happened yesterday and now a whole new drama has taken place.

"Maa I'm sorry okay , from now on I'll be more careful I promise " he said sincerely to let his mom temper a little down. "Fine ... Have you eaten anything ?" His mother asked making him smile again such a topical mother thing.

" No that's why I'm calling accha maa how to make roti ?" He asked the question which he wanted to ask since long , he could already imagine his mother's smirking face ..she is definitely enjoying seeing her child not only entering in kitchen but to cook too.

"I won't tell , till you do one thing for me " her reply came soon enough , "what" he asked in puzzled tone "go and give something to that girl and say thank you" his mother said not even knowing that he has no plans to face her again ,he has no guts to do so.

"I said it to her so the chapter is closed" he said putting a full stop on the topic but only if he knew in reality it's just a coma . " Just a thank you isn't enough okay do it for me atleast" emotional blackmailing it is , he knew because he is so used to it but could never complain.

"Fine , but what I'll give her? " He questions rufling his hairs, opening the refrigerator he looked at it there where milk , cheese, vegetables , beer , and some fruits. "I have nothing to give " he declared after looking at everything. "Should I make her an omlette ??" He asked hoping she would say yes and in this way he can show off his cooking skills to his mom.

"Rehne de , let me see what is there" his mother said in a disappointed tone , without arguing he cut the call and video called her making her look at the refrigerator. "What do you even eat ?" His mother asked hopelessly looking at the items knowing very well he can't make any one of them.

"I can cook okay" he said making a face "now tell what should I give ? There are some biscuits from Berlin what about that ?" He asked hopefully but his mother's face which looked at him in utter disbelief shut him up in mid . Both were looking at the fridge like some miracle will happen.

"Manik Aam" his mother said with twinkle in her eyes as if she saw them for the first time. "What ?? Mangoes ? No way " he objected but his mom's pointed eyes made him nodd his head , he never shared his food like never , food is his first love he can't compromise with it , and there are few things which is never on this compromise list Mangoes been the one. He specially asks his friends to choose the best of them from him and now he has to share it and with whom ?? A girl which he never knew before yesterday ? 'yes the same girl whom you mocked and made fun of and the same girl who not only helped you but also cooked for you ' his conscious mind mocked him.

"Give five of them ,it's seasons first mangos she will definitely like it" his mother said happily. Putting five of them in a small basket he looked at them with longing eyes. She should better accept his unsaid apology. It's not everyday he intract with unknowns and take their help his life surrounds only around his family and close friends and others just do not exist for him.