The Liberties to Chill

As I said in my first post, I have no idea what I am going to write about. But a start is needed and maybe it will show me the next step. Till then, I only have memories of 10 days with my parents since the blog started.

I wake up every day at 11:30 am (not very proud of it). Then the first thing I hear is my Maa chanting mantras in the puja room. After that, I try to hide from Baba as I am “daily” ashamed of waking up so late (one of the reasons I hate winters). I go to the kitchen, eat something and then sometimes I study or watch a show. By 2 pm I have my lunch after which my work from home starts and my day “ends”.

Every night, they ask me to wake up early, hear the birds, eat breakfast at 9 and every day the winter laziness ties me to the bed. I see Maa doing the chores like cooking meals three times a day, Baba at the age of 63 working in front of the computer and in the middle of all this, both of them looking at my totally relaxed life and still want me to stay with them!

When I stay with any friend during a trip or something, I do more work than I do at home. Baba sometimes pushes me to do the cooking. But I really wonder, how much energy and patience it needs to watch a big chunk person minding her own business (that’s me) and enjoy it watching me and having me.

Whenever I have to go out of the station for work or any exam, I notice their uneasiness in letting me go. When I pack my things, I see Maa and I can read her face that she’s already missing me.

You see, they are complex, cute and very easy-to-annoy type of people. They can go down the memory lane and pick something extremely disgusting and debatable about you and taunt you about that after 15 years.

I sometimes whine about them to Didi (my elder sister) or my boyfriend. I sometimes cry too. My sister is very supportive of me in these cases. Well, she had her own experiences so that explains the support :D. And my boyfriend explains me to stay calm and not forget that someday I will miss staying with my parents. That guy plays the marriage card to convince me.

My only point of writing this was to remind myself that, those two people are the least expecting and the most loving people in my life. They annoy me like 26 times a day but constantly love me for my quirkiness. Some days, when I hug Maa and smell her, it’s what my whole childhood smells. And Baba, I see him eating big chunks at a time and then choking, and again eating in the fifth second, is what a child of 63 years old would look like. May God bless them.

Thanks!

And value your folks!